Sunday, August 29, 2010

No Honor

He understood that his was not to be an
honorable death.
With what he had done, seen and lived
through, honor was an ocean away. Lost.

No, all he wished for was a 'good death'.
He counted and compared, numbers sliding
one into the other. There is no quantifying
deeds; good or bad. Falling to the floor he searches
and comes away with empty hands.

He leaves behind 'soldiers'.
They are in good stead and no longer needed
his direction.
Goodbyes are unnecessary, he will not be far.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

I Would

If I could, I would....
visit the years of my youth.
I would grieve and shed the
tears that remain dry still.
I would return to those days
when love waited at my doorstep
I would accept it.

If I could, I would....
have cast my runes forwards,
and not look back.
Learned how to say yes,
unlearned the feeling of fear.
Allowed the arms around me
to stay there.

If I could, I would
move to the ocean
stand in the waves forever
forget what I know
know what I should
love him again.

If I could, I would

Tuesday, August 10, 2010


They went up in flames, whoosh, just like that.
They were two crossed wires that caused an
She had no thoughts other than thoughts about
her body and what it wanted.

He touched her here, he kissed her there
she could not get enough, did not want it
to stop.
He caressed her body, then grabbed it;
he sucked, then bit.
He was a man who had not made love in
a long time, and his unchecked desire was
touching, heartbreaking almost.
I wanted to hand myself over: yes, take me
gobble me up.
I fell, I landed hard. Welcome to reality.

Saturday, August 7, 2010


She has been the door, he the key.
Now and forever more it has been
the same story. Sorrow and
ecstasy, love and loss.

Yet here he stands, against her intense curiosity
her nascent desire.
He holds her face like a child's face, a doll's
face. Small and delicate.
Unwittingly casting a spell. Breathless in the moment.
She arches for him, does he ache for her?
His kiss a drug, a rush. Too powerful to let go.
He is like holding an instrument she has never
learned to play. She understands his longing,
his fear. His mistrust. She knows all his secrets.

Body to body and worlds apart.
Never once did she allow herself to believe.
She turns and walks away to the door,
forgetting the key.