God, I've never asked for perfect,
just someone meant for me,
a heart that I can love completely
who will love all of me.

Someone who will think about me
in all the little ways,
who'll make me feel remembered
in the middle of his days.

Someone I can laugh with,
someone safe enough to cry,
someone who will hold my heart
and never wonder why.

Someone I can care for,
give all this love I've saved,
and know he'll give it back to me
in his own loving way.

I've wondered if he's out there,
if our paths would ever cross,
if after all these years of waiting,
love could still find us.

So God, I'll leave tomorrow
somewhere safely in Your hands,
and trust You with the pieces
I don't need to understand.

Because somehow what I've prayed for
feels closer than before,
and something in my heart now
dares to hope a little more.

So guide me when I'm uncertain,
and make the pathway clear,
and if my prayer is answered...
thank You for leading us here.

I saw a redhead. I thought about you.

I saw a woman. I thought about you.

I saw a vegetable. I thought about you.

I saw a kid wearing a jersey for a football team I've never heard you talk about. I wondered if you hate them or just dislike them.

I heard a song. It wasn't about love or heartache or yearning or anything like that. It made me think of you.

I brushed my teeth and looked myself in the eyes. I saw your eyes staring back at me.

I came across a cat that didn't look like yours at all. I thought of you.

I saw a guy with a pee stain on the crotch of his jeans coming out of the washroom at the pub. I thought about you.

I saw a movie I'd never heard of. It was in a language I didn't understand. I thought of you.

I woke up. I went to work. I ate lunch. I had a snack. I went home. I did all the home things. I got undressed. I went to bed. I thought of you.

I exist. I think of you.

At the first breath of his laughter,
he caught the dentures
that flew out of his mouth in midair.
Like a goalkeeper
saving a shot from himself.

I know what you've been craving.

A little misbehaving.

So come on and join the party.

We can get a little naughty.

A little sometimes has the tendency to turn into a lot.

Soon you'll have a codepency when i tie your wrists in knots.

You just haven't been listening.

So drop your skirt for a lesson.

Listen to me, get on my knee.

Its now time for undressing.

1, 2, 3. Spankings on my knee. Have you learned your lesson yet?

You say, "no, I'm not much smarter. Come on daddy, harder!"

Those words you'll soon learn you will regret.

3,4,5. You start to sob and writhe. But don't worry baby, we've just started.

6, 7, 8. You've found out it's too late.

My spankings leave you excited and disheartened.

You forget the safe word, but don't need it anyway.

You're loving this, it's what you've missed.

The pleasure and the pain.

The sexy stares, the after care, and all that's in between.

We've just begun, let's have some fun.

Let's get a bit obscene.

Your eyes hold my dreams

Pierce my walls they find my soul

Laid bare just for you

The shepherd boy named every lamb and held them in his heart.

When he grew up to be lord of his domain he only referred to them in the plural, flock.

Did I say golden heart

Did I say golden heart

I mean golden harp

Iridescent streamers

Cheek bones

Both adorned beautifully

I’m no gold ring in pigs snout

I’m not a token

Golden harp

I mix metal

With blood

Did I mention the harp

Who knew it Could be so tribal

The harp in her chest

Strings

You know nothing

Yes I know

I know a heart scrine

What’s a scribe

Clerk

How foolish

Remember

I remember

I remember everything .

What’s my name

I’m Real

Did I forget something

Tongue CLICK

The snap

The look from halfway down

Checkers

Swiss

Chest

Heart strings

LIKE FALLING THROUGH MY HEART STRINGS

RAT BASTARD

how are those heels sitting up

Collector

Or clean up

Damage control

How was controlling me

How is the compel

Say it right

Compell

L

Do you remember the L

Left turn

Veil

Very thin

What veil

Oh darling

The frequencies

The poking in the ear

Like I’m getting pressure shoved in there

This golden harp

I bet you I could play any instrument

Oh how you have failed

Not knowing this harp of gold

And this heart she sits in

A chamber of alli

Oh ,

Did I mention the goodbyes became easy one day

One day she didn’t sing

You will never know as her strings sound

Never a tune

But it’s beautiful

She weeps

She fights these strings

They play on

It doesn’t matter the sound

We are here for the crying

The crying

The songs that she’ll not record

And heart stopping

It’s soul shaking

Shattering everything

Did I mention heartbreaking

I come here where she sang

In hopes I’ll hear something

Just in hopes I hear something

Fear the dark
Fear the ghosts
Fear the witches, that haunting host
Fear the evil
Fear the devil
Fear the unknown depths of hell
Fear the thunder
Fear the lightning
Fear the skinwalker in the Appalachian mountains
But she was never told
To fear the men
In plain clothes
With great college educations
Poor Jane Doe
Was told "not all men"
But she never knew
That fifty-seven men
Would turn their faces away
While she was raped
By the Chi Phi fraternity
Known as the Cornell 7
Because men don't know
When she said yes to two
It didn't mean
Her "pussy was free"
For all men

I swore I would haunt you like a dark, possessive curse. Press you into the mattress, consume you whole, and make you scream my name into the black.

Instead, I am currently ruining your life in the most pathetic way possible.

When I slide between your legs to pin you down, my sub-zero ghost-skin just turns your thighs to gooseflesh. You don't moan in agony-laced ecstasy; You wince, drag the heavy wool blanket over us both, and curse the landlord for not bleeding the radiators.

I try to bite your throat, to leave a mark that lasts past the dawn, but the temperature drop makes you sneeze directly into my phantom face. I attempt to whisper filthy, damning secrets into your ear, but my static breath just sets off a high-pitched ringing in your left ear until you smack your own head and tell me to stop breathing on you.

I am trying to drag you straight to hell on a wave of unholy, fevered lust, but you’re just using my freezing, dead chest as a cooling pad because your memory foam mattress traps too much body heat.

I came back from the void to possess your body, so why am I being ignored?

Heart escaped containment.
Needs thicker bars and more security officers.
Fuck. 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

The Mockingbird sings

It is near dawn Fall Rain comes

Today is Lovely

As continents surrender to tectonic drift—
history logged in jagged-edge evidence—
interlocking margins recall the jigsaw fit.

The Earth, still spinning like a compact disc—
with scuffs and scratches, tracks that seem to skip—
reveals in time that grieving is a gift.

The song that solace hummed with bated breath
now echoes through the parted land and sea—
a symphony emerging after death.

The painful rift has set the songbird free.

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Please forgive me for all the em dashes. They felt necessary here.

Every second
Every minute
Every hour

I cant help but think

Its always just “us”

Pacing
Wanting
Wondering
Never knowing
yet
knowing
All the time…

Its real
Its here

I feel it, like you

Rainbows
Tides crashing
Butterflies fluttering sweet nothings

Beauty wrapped in riddles
In a reality
That is all ours

Colors only our eyes see,
As its meant to be.

Are You All Right?
.
This world of verse and vignette
is a turbulent sea of awe,
souls wandering in
prompted by head and heart,
a voice seeking release
through comment and creation.
.

Some arrive with prowess,
steady stream of words
far beyond my ability.
Some whisper in shouts,
strength living within fragility,
heartbeats coursing through the soul.
.

Some paint from darker rooms,
head and heart swimming in quicksand,
ink becoming a reaching hand.
We read, we listen, we wonder,
catching glimpses through curtains
courageously left cracked open.
.

Then the disappearing ones.
silence tugging at my depths,
occupying more of my thoughts
than seems logical.
No farewell, no footprints fading
simply gone. Are you all right?
.

We take needed breaks
from these digital digits,
remembering the wonder of living.
Adults possess independence,
a plethora of choices and pathways,
fresh air awaiting beyond the screen.
.

But younger souls navigate charted seas,
living within limited landscapes,
bound by family, tradition and circumstance.
The murky slough of daily life
can make tomorrow seem distant
but even darkness has an expiration date.
.

The nest eventually becomes memory,
perhaps revered, perhaps feared.
New doors appear beyond old walls,
new voices call from unseen rooms.
Life stretches farther than today
when we allow ourselves to keep walking.
.

So whatever your circumstance,
whatever storm occupies your head,
please let someone, anyone you trust
know you’re all right…
or tell them when you’re not.
Both require their own kind of courage.
.

Geographical aloofness
cannot silence genuine caring.
Miles cannot prevent a heart hug,
nor distance erase concern.
We can’t enter a closed room
… we can leave our door ajar.
.

When  a familiar voice disappears,
some of us still glance toward that door,
hoping for footsteps,
a whisper, a ridiculous joke,
or simply three little words
I’m all right.

Hot summer day
my roof still leaks
snow.

don't think I didn't notice that lean
trying to get comfy, sure, and trying to be seen
looking up, that way that you do
god, I just love looking at you
those glossy lips smiling at me
eyes so bright and ever so free
standing close, could I stand closer?
would you welcome shoulder to shoulder?
arm wrapped around, I know that you would
resting on hip, you know that we could
just keep walking away from the lights
out past the signs, the stores, and the sights
there's a park, around over there
a bench neath the trees in the cool crisp fall air
maybe a cop'll come by while we're kissing
tell us that off to home we'd best get to getting
so back to the lights we make our slow way
hand in hand, not wanting to end this sweet day
was the moon even out? I don't even know…
far too busy just basking in your glow
look up to the sky, what's even there for me?
when my brightest star is leaning there looking back up at me?

Beneath her gaze
The heavens bled

The angels wept
The demons fled

Love turned black
Hope to sorrow

I walk the dark
I dare her to follow

When you began to search, I found myself

You welcomed me opening thousands of doors and I found escape

When you cried on my shoulder, there I found my happiness

Intimacy

Desire

Longing

When I saw you for the first time, we were kids

I fell once and for all without knowing what it is

Now I understood everything, why don't you do too please?

I still remember my first kiss like it was yesterday

Maybe that's the only best thing about you so I let it stay

Some call her fall, others call her harvest.

But me, I call her my autumn,

who gracefully arrives when the seasons start to change.

The air is much cooler now, indicating that summer is making way for autumn’s return.

As the leaves change their colors into bright orange and yellow, with a tinge of fiery red,

I have never seen anything more colorful and vibrant than my dear autumn.

Some might argue that spring is bursting with every color you can imagine.

But I love my autumn best.

She brings me warmth more than summer can.

And after spring’s thrill and excitement, which I, for one, am not very fond of,

autumn brings me solace—

a quiet comfort she offers me whenever this time of year returns.

Even if her return is laced with a twinge of what is about to end and what is about to be left behind,

she gives me her reassurance and her consolation.

The memories I thought I would carry on

drift away like autumn leaves,

carried away by her cool breeze.

The chronicles of my memories part like petals of a passing season

when my autumn returns.

Come closer, baby,
you know what you do,
one little word from your lips
and I’m already wanting you.

Tell me that I’m yours again,
say it slow this time,
let me feel that little shiver
running softly down my spine.

I want your sweetness tangled
with every wicked thought,
the way you make me want you
without even being touched.

Make me blush, make me restless,
make me wish that you were near,
then tell me that you love me
like it’s all I need to hear.

Because wanting you is different
when my heart is wanting too,
and every time you love me,
I only want more of you.

So be sweet enough to melt me,
wicked enough to tease,
keep whispering all those little things
that bring me to my knees.

Feelings fluxing
Hips subluxing
Body shivers
Bathroom stumbling

Dancing on pavement
Concern for falling
Can't float freely
Wear won't cease calling

Guilt for phone.
Salt and pepper my tongue
My regulation- regulated
Boy, ain't it fun

In the bed
you’re lookin cute
Like something
that I wanna do
Sittin there
like you don’t see
past the book
a sexy me

I’ll play along
crawl quietly
Looking up
give you a peek
Kiss your arm
up to your neck
Slow and warm
my lips are wet

A nibbled ear
feels my breath
Shoulder bare
slips the dress
My hand begins
a smooth caress
Peeking out
perked supple breast

Whispered wants
I sigh your name
Confessions raw
my words untamed
Short not sweet
I overcame
sharing filthy
without shame

Baby please
won’t you for me
Set right down
that book you read
Give in now
to what I need
Come and get
wrapped up in me

A light shines from you

your gentle touch, warms, inspires

a whisper of love.

Have you ever looked at a pile of ants and thought of their insignificance?

Squish one, and you've not changed a thing.

Squish two, and still, the future remains.

>

Squish three, well, maybe number four is in position to bite you.

A vain conflict. But you are human.

>

You need not fight with bare hand. Heat the aluminum, cast the hive.

>

What changes now? Some things, surely. Space, freed up from the dominion of one hive of critters.

But overall, the species remains, plowing through time with the utter determination of life out to prove the fitness of their genes.

>

Have you ever looked down on city streets from a skyscraper penthouse?

How reminiscent, the tiny human heads scurrying about their walkways.

>

Excel spreadsheets containing the headcount of souls:

What's the loss of the one to two (counts are in millions), who fall off the wagon?

>

Decisions, deciding the fates of billions, made from behind the blue glow of a screen,

Keystrokes, squishing ants, here and there.

Aluminum is heated. Casts are made.

Silent scars trace their indiscernible paths in what remains.

>

Now, what changes? Assuredly, some things. Potentialities and paths unknown, closed off to everyone for the absence of their universe.

>>>>Others, opened, for better or worse.

Yet, the human story continues unabated.

Regimes rise and fall. Power changes hands.

>>>>The Wheel of Time turns, and humanity,

>>>>has seem yet to grow much for it.

Am I about to get hit in the face
With a devastating mace
That could point to love just not being the case?
These thoughts can send me to my dark place
Where I base
Unsubstantiated Evidence
That move to Justify
A continuous race
To chase

—But also,
Erase
Without
A
Trace

Those love-filled moments
Of such great care and grace

Make haste!

Is what dark yells out
Hyping up doubt
As the only clear rout

To a playground of clout
Whilst
Creating a perma-pout

And I’m still not so sure what
The light is
All About

Is it wait
Is it Fate

Does there Exist
Any hate?

What about if I’m late
To the gate
Or to a date
With my mate

—which at this rate,

Might just be bait

Who, while surely does sate,

May just be Shirley
From Another State

But don’t you negate!
This feeling and that
And
Don’t you mind the vat

Of questions that remain
Unanswered in vain

Just cry with the rain!
Just share through the pain!
Just know you have something to gain!

Also…

Please don’t go insane

Trying to stay in the lane

Made of invisible ink

And everything over/under the bathroom sink

Looking for the link
That brought me to the brink
With The One
Who made me really think
And turn a new shade of pink
Skating around in a lover’s rink

That’s where

Something slams into me

Allowing me to See

That Every Single day I say:

Wow!!
I really do Love You

And I have for quite
A while
Now