Lost Behind Cloud Cover

life slips away like silk cloth
between fingertips

light slips behind cloud cover
yet thin strands of light escapes
creating golden lines…

language causes damage
when open-mouth sounds
and staccato phrasing are loosely
spun together

she is a crystal of salt
in open water
drifting with the ebb and flow
careless with the simple life

she is a crystal of salt
in an open wound
burning through waves
careless with golden light strands

lost behind cloud cover
wavering with rains
drifting in open waters
burning away her bittersweet destiny

What I Know...

What I know of desire would fill a teaspoon.
Small doses, swallowed whole
Not enough to devour
Only enough to taste.

Sticky baked banana
from fingertips to lips
seducing you with sweets
licked up extra with a pink tip.

I’ve been told I am the type of woman
who would drown in a puddle of water.

Cold glasses of vodka martinis
chilled ‘til our teeth are set on edge
biting ice chips from the canister
on a sweltering July night.

What I know of her desire
scrapes language from my tongue
overcomes the flames in her bone marrow
creates dark expansive space between us
and does not leave orange-scented
tenderness behind

Instead…what’s left are mere shells
of dented armor…to be hammered.

Ritual

From the ocean floor
she watches the above
melting world
through rolling water
a quiet thunder
pulses through her body.

Holding her breath,
not drowning,
she lives
in a sweet surrender
drifts in stasis
an equilibrium
a watery embrace.

Forces align to hold her plain
releases the color pellet
her strongest awareness
breaks the surface
when lungs claw.

Salty eyes washes anew
clear perspective
grace
a divine
strengthening
influence
speaks
goddess
in a lonely sacred hour.