words...

words
his words
spiraling spinning
sinking
out of sight
into my sanity
my sovereign sanity
no longer held safe in
the sanctuary of my soul
words
his words

the vow...

every word

we

did not
speak
was a
vow
we
longed
to
keep

the price...

when darkness comes to stay

with shadows night and day

and i can't find my way

come what will
come what may

for what price love did i pay

the touch...

i touched the moon last night
it felt like
you

yours...

could any words but yours        
caress my broken heart
and kiss together all the parts

could any love but yours
my own life’s breath insure

pieces...

he spoke aloud no words

she heard them in his touch

he made no promises

she asked for none

he slept with honor

while she slept alone

but he gave her all he had

and for that her heart was glad

these thighs of mine...

come lay thee down

upon my soft white breasts

and with thine eyes me caress

then taste my heart and all the rest

come lay thee down 

between my thick slow thighs

these thighs of mine that cannot lie

and breathe with me a sigh turned cry

since you...

nothin’s the same
time fuels the flame
no one to blame
fate gone lame
memories remain
nothin’s the same

since you

YOU

move me

in shadows...

in shadows

with you

i live

in shadows

with you

i love

in shadows

we

are

but shadows

the rat and the trap...

she was his rat
he had set the trap
with his thoughts
his words
and she
she had built the cage
the heart cage
with her need      
with her want
the door of the cage
stayed open
no need to shut
each word of his
each insinuation
each implication
of each word of his
kept the rat there
inside
inside the cage
of her own making
she dared not escape
would not escape
for how could she
each word
nourished her soul
fed her spirit
without them
she did not exist
could not exist
round and round
the treadmill kept turning
and she kept running
round and round
with each syllable
each inflection
of his thought
encapsulated
in each word
sent by him
to the rat
in her cage
trapped
by
his
words

phantom limbs...

lust defined
flesh on flesh

love confined 

thoughts of him

 

draped ‘cross her mind

like phantom limbs

like butterflies...

like butterflies in the spring 

memories of him on the wing 

flitting here there everywhere 

that she still loved him she did forswear

but life from him now apart 

left love held hostage by her heart

the constant lover...

the moon my constant lover
but under its glare my heart hovers
hiding from the light it casts
shrinking from my darkened past