Cathartic Tether

Sun hitting her cold skin,
Listening to the familiar strum of a rhythm guitar.

Rubbing her fingers beneath her eyes,
Spreading,
Dragging the crestfallen tears.
Erasing any indication that sadness resided there.
Quivering lip,
A deep gasp taken,
Forcefully holding captive what has been in the dark for weeks.

Laying back in her wicker armchair,
Admiring the green leaves whimsically shifting,
Made partially transparent as sunlight rips through their veins,
Sensing the tingling breeze grant the warmth reprieve,
She warily ponders,
Why she ends so many conversations imprisoned by sadness.

A personal expedition,
Only shapeless words at first.
Words are what give her wholeness.


The judgement hurts her,
It carves tremulous holes in the wall she has built.
Perforating something unnamed,
Present demons confused for past battles.
She is unsure why she has fallen so far.

Tears slowly falling,
The water acting as glue,
She comfortably seals her eyes shut.
Rapid post-modern flashbacks.
This moment,
A cathartic tether coddled in utter trepidation,
A steady signal,
Anchoring these impelling emotions to a compilation of thoughts,
Magnifying into focus as her proverbial hand steadies.

She hopes she isn't too late.


She wills her spirit to take her back to where she was before,
Where she was on fire.

Loverbology

I don't seek a three word phrase,
I seek your motion.

Teach me a new vocabulary.

That tiny incline on the west end of your grin,
The way you can recount my every word with precision.
I don't seek a three word phrase,
I seek your motion.

Teach me a new vocabulary.

Your electric enthusiasm,
Describing a portraiture of our future,
Fused as inveterate partners.
Your passionate projections,
Outlining a string of compelling metamorphic moments.
Your vision willfully conjuring,
A joint path, no chasm in sight,
No forced will as the gap between us closes.
I don't seek a three word phrase,
I seek your motion.

Teach me a new vocabulary.

The way you endeavour to reach deep,
To unearth,
To expose my cavernous vulnerabilities.
The way you coolly,
So patiently,
Repair the hurt that bubbles unlike a lively effervescence with careful guardianship.
The way you studiously react,
To soften the emotions,
To reassign them to the rhythm of a waveless murmur.
The way you sweeten the space between us,
Vital ambrosia,
Replenishing my cup, half empty.
I don't seek a three word phrase,
I seek your motion.

Teach me a new vocabulary.
Teach me your three word phrase through your motion.

Length of Distance

I struggle to speak,
To articulate these sensibilities into full bodied words.
To articulate these sensibilities into a coherent perception of our reality.

Simply stated,
There are those moments,
When the distance,
So remote,
Emptily echoes.

When the need to sit noiselessly with you,
Keeping a single rhythm,
Complimenting pulses,
Reverberating deeply,
Hollowing evenly,
Exceeds the desire.

The motion of this train rattles me.
My neighbouring seat, waiting to be filled.
Its frame, robust.
Seat cover, lusciously red.
Symbolically embodying the longing solicitude of my heart.

Staring at the couple across from me,
Fingers laced tightly,
Eyes exchanging deeply,
As their bodies slide comfortably into the other's curves,
This excites a vast canyon of emotions.

Simply stated,
It stands as a jarring,
Dissonant,
Reminder.

Drifting through the ebb and flow,
Of cognition ravelled with emotion,
I admit that time is unkind.

As our physical bodies remain hostage in distant spaces,
I bethink,
Not the lost opportunities,
But the potentiality.

Length of distance,
A factor for the irresolute,
Cannot compete.

As our complimenting pulses reverberate,
Generating perceptible,
Even cosmic intonations,
Of our heart's whispers,
I am set at metaphysical ease,
Even as my bodily appetite emulates a growing disquietude.

The Digital Call

Tracing the lines of your face with my soft eyes, 

Wishing I could run my finger along the perimeter of your lips,

Feeling every curve,

Every slope and valley.

Slowly, attentively, 

I take in your chocolate and vanilla swirl skin.

Your eyes sleepily flutter,

As your imagination details projections of passion, 

As your imagination plunges into the depths of sensation and reverberation. 

I watch carefully as you conjure hopeful future filmic scenes,

Quizzically wondering what it is that excites you,

That moves you,

That drives your flesh to warm and palpitate.

Forcing myself to hold back from asking,

Enjoying the opportunity to watch as you are overwhelmed by each thought.

Fascinated by your open demeanour, 

Your willingness to let me see you,

To truly see you, 

In moments of beautifully unhinged vulnerability.

My attention deepens,

My smile expands

It flickers between happiness and desire, 

As I witness the excitement in your eyes.

Testifying quietly,

Reminding my inner self of how you amaze me.

The fascination that is hidden snugly behind those hazel apertures,

The deep breaths you take,

Heavy yet measured,

As your lungs dig deep into the reservoir of your strong chest, 
Has me utterly enraptured. 

The way your lips part, 

Each muscle moving meticulously,

In deep synchronicity with your ruminating thoughts,

Intimately making way for your tongue to express your needs, 

As it moves haltingly from right crease to left.

This is more than a sensuous energy, 

This is more than a craving for flesh,

It is our physical desires meeting the cosmic energy of our hopes.

The time rapidly elapses, 

It steals away in complete silence,

With the occasional giggle and weighty sigh.

I crave more, I never want to leave you,

Or to hangup this digital receiver.

I only want to comfortably stare at you,

Completely mesmerized by how alluring you are,

How delicate you appear in your vulnerability. 

Each inch of you,

Stunningly handsome,

Speaks to my spirit in quieted whispers lulled along the softest places of my soul.

Taken aback by a luminous spark that glows within this body of mine,

Deep in the caverns of my heart.

Taken aback by multiple shivers,

Sending multi-directional hints of energy across my skin.

Mentally desiring your touch to light this building fire.

Every time I watch you rise and fall,

Every time I hear your deep bottomless voice in my ears,

I crave greater closeness.

Recognizing that I am comfortable in a way I have never felt before,

I revel in the knowledge that you do this to me. 

It probably should scare me, 

But with each moment that passes, 

This feelings achieves a greater level of relaxation.

That you touch something so deep within without laying a finger on me, 

Without even feeling your breath caress my skin,

Is deeply dreamlike, 

Even hallucinatory.

Having never felt more secure in uttering the deepest sense of myself to anyone,

I will my inner thoughts from my heart, 

Through my lips, 

To your ears.

Knowing that you will not judge me,

Trusting that this energy affixes us,

Tenderly anticipating you will feel the same.

If I could touch your skin it would radiate with electricity,

Drawing us in, 

Like pure light.

How I wish we could close this distance that disconnects us,

That I could abruptly close my eyes, 

That I could warily re-open them,

To see a welcomed corporeal vision of you before me.

I would never waste another moment.

With soft care, 

I would slowly inch in to trace the lines of your face,

Asking the gods to suspend time so I could take this moment in for an infinite amount of time.

I would caress your lips with each breath as we draw closer,

Our chocolate and vanilla skin, 

Finally laying intimately next to one another.

Our eyes fluttering,

As sensations within each of us surge with excitement.

Taken by projections of passion, 

We cerebrally thank the universe for finally bringing us to one another. 

Lovesong

Like a balloon,

My lungs swelled slowly, calmly, with new air.

I resisted exhaling,

Wanting to stretch out each moment so that it hung suspended in an infinite amount of time.

Wanting never to let go of the sweet taste.

Hometown Glory’s piano solo played distantly,

I closed my eyes,

To let love stream in with my ears,

To let it arrest my fears,

To let it soothe the worry that I would ruin, or run against my better judgement, from this moment. 

With a steady pulse,

Like waking to a slight fissure of warm sunlight,

You make me feel like I am home again in this lovesong.

I have renewed hope in the potential no matter the distance.

A small smile crests as I recall the strange coincidence of fate,

Of unique, measured moments,

Building and whispering softly…

Moments that required concentrated silence so that I could pay attention.

Audaciously, I stepped out on a tightrope of exploration,

Treading outside of comfort,

To wrap my soul around a deep,

A powerfully lingering knowledge that this feeling is mine to hold on to.

I inquisitively ponder,

Stretching my head back, eyes slowly opening to a brilliant sky,

Opening to the possibilities.

And it is here,

Where I learn,

That everything good has its moment.

I want so much to meet you on our Vienna train,

To lift my eyes, stare at you deeply,

To study your smile,

To impatiently ruminate over the range of your thoughts.

I’ll be as nervous, as hesitant, as whimsically excited as the girl from Montmatre,

Because you make me feel like I am free again.

The Last Phone Call

Whatever compelled me to entertain you,
Compels me no more.
The space between us rang out so hollow in those mere moments.
You spoke,
Mockingly,
Fastened, folded, bankrupt of emotions.
Sadness bubbled,
Deepened,
Arced like a pounding bass drum.
From a place so anxious,
Rose a well.
Strung out,
Unglued.
Without a lid to siphon its flow,
A single tear fell.
It remained suspended.
I never wanted to feel like this again I told myself.
I let you overwhelm me.

You rambled,
Registering incoherent,
A string of vacuous and arrogant idioms.
I processed your frigid words.
Raising my trembling hands to mask the gasp,
The hurried and heavy breathing.
This is panic.
This is the initial stages of heartbreak.

Flashes of past,
Flashes of future,
Conditioned by your hollowed out heart.

Protect myself,
Is my instinct.
Singular responses as artillery.
Silence as armour.
You rush to fill the gaps,
Knowing where your footsteps have taken you.
Not mis-steps,
Footsteps.
We now stand at a critical impasse.

Reciprocated,
Walls raise.
The mind becomes willfully silent,
Tongue sharpens.
This is how I hurt you.
Denying everything I once held true of us.

Overwhelmed,
Dissolving,
Fasten my heart.
The piercing chill of our dissolution,
As my grip loosens.

Dial tone.

With a vacant,
An expressionless,
A dull set of eyes,
I shut out the distance.

Slow Motion Reel

Leaning in,

I can smell your curiosity.

Studying the canvas of your face.

The sun hits its corners and curves.

Even as it blinds, I shift,

Taking note of the creases and lines properly placed.

Slowly forming a smile a multiplicity of times.

Glowing and warm,

The sweetest of gestures,

The passion of spirit.

Coffee-coloured-mocha.

Concentrating so strongly,

Staring comfortably.

Fresh air filling the lungs,

Renewing our vibrations.

Our encounter,

A silent movie.

Neither paralyzed by sound,

But carried by the soundtrack of silence.

A realization in the making.

Its like I saw you for the first time,

Again.