just enough to keep things interesting

It takes time to find comfort in warmth

when all you’ve known are the scars

of being burned by fire

but he’s not fire this one-

he is water with a little bit of dirt

just enough to keep things

interesting

slowly I’m learning

to soften my walls and open

parts of myself that I’ve kept shut

for a long time now

slowly I’m learning

to bend so I can

hold all of him

without drowning

in love

again.

interrogation time

What is it that you’d like to get from me?

the scent of my skin wasn’t enough

and neither were the trail of kisses I left behind

somewhere between your back and the nape of your neck

my warm body next to your cold heart

is the saddest pair of opposites I’ve seen in a while

and let’s not get started on my mind

which you didn’t even try to discover.

 

Tell me-

If I had wings and lived slightly

but forever

out of reach

would you still have pushed me

into goodbye?

do you speak silence?

it takes a lot to handle me

a certain mix of fragile strength and courage is required

for I am an a cappella song echoing through the walls

the knock on the door at midnight after you’ve turned off the lights

a sunset on fire and water crashing on the shore wrapped up in

the stillness of a starry sky

the undulating hips on the dance floor

the voice speaking to flowers in vases

the body smoking nude on the grass

The hand, writing

lips red when everyone else’s are bare

eyes staring

still wide open and curious for the unknown.

 

Time tick-tocks its way into another tomorrow

and it gets more and more difficult

to find someone who will learn my silences

and speak within them.

notes on him

He holds me as if he knows that soon I’ll be leaving

as if the love between us is a beautiful and fragile thing

as if there’ll never be enough time in the world to share together

as if the dreams he’s dreaming and wishes he’s making will evaporate

the minute I get out of his bed-

so he kisses me like we don’t have forever

and looks at me with eternity in his eyes.

serendipity

making plans for breakfast after we’ve been lounging in bed for a few hours

kisses have been shared and fingertips have explored

earlobes and back of necks and the curve of the spine

we have discussed deal-breakers

almost as if to confirm to the other

how perfect it is for the two of us

to be together,

we have discussed how odd it is

for life to be made up of numerous

seemingly random choices and events,

what I suppose most people would call fate.

 

Then he gets out of bed and opens the blinds to let the light in

and I open the door and find in front of me

a brand new beginning.