spring has come and gone
like two birds fluttering through the sky
we danced love-drunk passed midnight, kissing, laughing, stumbling through the dark on our way to the car
lost in the darkness of hair/eyes/mouths, endlessly
holding onto each other while the world shakes and shutters beneath us,
holding onto others, hungry, yearning, subversive
will I be broken in the morning?
no, the revolution still pulsing through my body, my blood, my mind
as I curl up with a copy of Giovanni’s Room and welcome summer
I want to grab fear by the throat
hold it close
caress its skin
stroke its hair and whisper everything will be alright if it gives in
I want to roam free
Hear nothing but moans of yes and please
feel the electricity emanating from deep within
unburdening myself with ease
Lost in power, drunk on control
stranger to preconceived notions and foolish idealisms
bringing life to its knees
eager and panting
I want to sleep in peace
covered in sweat, body exhausted
past buried, flesh dissolved
a corpse unrecognizable
So what’s our safeword going to be?
r a w l u s t
drinking in wine and heat
gnawing at the insides, propagating til it’s slipping out through every crevice
selfish, all encompasing,
r a g i n g d e s i r e
same old mistakes bathed in
laughing from the bridge at drowned insecurities
everything in technicolor for the first time
is it wrong to want to feel alive?
hands tied, legs free.
Strange path never tread before.
No certainty except passion.
Running through wilderness.
Feeling anxious, yet eager for the next big adventure.
Running full force into nothing, unafraid.
raised in quicksand, ill-treated, beaten, but never broken.
dreams may take time to materialize, but I’m steadfast,
rejection letters and vanishing editors can’t hold me back.
thankless days spent 9-5,
climbed up out of wreckage for much more than this,
vacations missed to make ends meet,
still I persist.
I’m not done yet.
Red wine passes through my lips, heals the hurt of the day,
this is not to say I recommend you mend all wounds with wine –
Knew a man who couldn’t put down his favorite way to block the pain, died of it.
But this full-bodied cabernet distills my insides,
Keeps work, debt, worry at bay.
So I sip as I sit, and melt away.
A sudden rush of emotion
withheld, censored, eyes closed
immersed in the ocean
Clear blue skies, muddled intentions
breaking life open
skirting the law, another family tradition
The seams can’t be sewn together again
A rush of ambition, of love, of blood
“Quick before it all turns to dust”
A demigod among men, eternally lamenting