Hibernation

Hibernate my passion
quiet determination
Curled into a cocoon
of metaphored frustration
Confusion binds my wings
bruised from conversations
I will not concede
to anymore sensations

Retreat

seagull's lonesome cry
tall silhouette disappears
dusk tipped waves retreat

Florida

My eyes narrow and strain
to carefully focus
on the traces
of where you've been
and the brilliant
late afternoon view
But the footprints confuse me
too many to separate
and all I see
are the future places
I long to be with you

Connected (Sweet and Simple Reflection)

Missed you throughout the night
will long for you during the day
But I feel you deep inside of my soul
in all that I do and say
I love you with all of my heart
Trying to make you see
We may be miles apart
but you are always right here with me
My feelings are deadly fragile
your voice is desperately calling
My heart is controlling the weather
but your love keeps my soul from falling
Simple and sweet reflection:
futility redirected
Innocent heart's confession:
we are still connected
Comforting realization:
we are forever connected

Decree

One quick but delicate pattern
becomes a rhythm of hope
faster than before
softer within my heart
A prayer of wanting more
turns into guilty greed
but a stroke of permanent blush
is something that I need
I feel a sudden rush
my hand protects the womb
holding a firm decree
which I will know too soon
My gratefulness renewed
as I dream, hope, pray and think
will his eyes be blue
or will her smile be pink

Rewrites

So I'm your fool now? Some distrusted liar?
Your words are the anti-punchline to love
that I gave to you in complete desire
in genuine ecstasy --and for what?
So you can move on and rewrite your cause?
Recreate stories to wash your sins pure
Can poetry convey how hard it was
to give you myself based on "I'm not so sure"
or the moments you hurt me (I lost count) --
deserting me, not wanting me around?
My heart loved you most. My hands salted red;
stains from the tears you never felt me cry
when begging -- pleading -- for you to regret
the pain you inflicted from quiet lies
I'll play the bad girl -- the mean, heartless wench
Blooming amid your foul, deceitful stench

Comfortable Denial

Your not so subtle messages
and painful references
so much you now deny
are as comfortable to me as
a heart gasping for breath
crushed by broken ribs...
and two permanently swollen black eyes