These days I feel like a one legged man.
A man with a map,
A man with a mission,
and the wanderlust to get up and go.
There is a void in my plans
A crucial part of me is missing.
My humanity is not complete.
The mission stalls because I cannot meet the goal.
Today, I cannot leave the room even,
much less follow the path I have been shown.
They say it takes two to tango.
I am a one legged man wanting to dance.
trains as a measurement of love…
you said you heard
the sound of a train—
I SEE YOU FETAL
I see you fetal,
Blanketed by and
Made cold by
Your body is tight - trembling.
Memories, guilt and lies,
Bind your perfect heart,
Hiding it even from you.
Quieted but for the noise only you hear.
Silenced, by personal,
I wish I could show you,
That I really can relate,
More than enough for both of us.
But your future is too distant.
An unrepentant past pounds
Like a hammer at your temples,
Fueling repetitive voices in your mind,
Keeping your heart in the shadows
and your soul out of reach.
I know your heart exists
It is touching me at all times.
Your soul is meshed with mine.
It is home there and I need it.
We are home and you crave it.
There is no end to how long I can wait…
I wait by your mouth, poised to pounce,
On the whisper of any fleeting whim,
Or the need to be kissed to know you are loved
Into action, I’ll make sure,
And get back to waiting again.
One step at a time.
One kiss at a time.
Until a flake of hope and knowing falls,
From your nest of coiled limbs,
I’ll be a shelter of safety around you,
Where you can rebuild your faith again.
Warmed by the sun,
No more fear of getting burned
Newborn Yeast Infection
I cannot be washed away
with cranberry juice and lots of water.
There is no morning after pill.
A lack of latex or lambskin
has no say so in this and
could not have prevented it.
I have planted myself
so intensely deep inside you
that antibacterial soap
will never reach that deeply.
I am penicillin in your womb.
in a high school science lab.
But oh so much more…
The seed will blossom.
It will grow like a furry green mold
under specimen glass,
born out of the good intent
not of saving the world-
but of making YOU feel
healthy and whole.
On first glance I appear dangerous
and there is apprehension.
There is fear of the unknown.
But under honest
I am beautiful and no threat.
I am Eden.
I am reincarnation in real time.
I will live deep inside your womb
until it is time.
from the inside.
You will always know Im there
morphing, growing into what
your dreams look like
And when the gestation is complete,
I will be born.
You will breathe life into me,
and as you clean me off
and cut the cord
you will know it was you who fed me,
and though separated
we are for eternity - connected.
You will know I am love,
and that now,
from this point forward,
you will never
have to live without me.
The Hunter… <> #emotionalorphan #iphoneography #iphonesia #instagram #poetic_license #eternal #life #legend (Taken with instagram)
It was dreamlike. Hallucinatory.
The sense of calm almost startling.
The smell of sanitary burned my nose.
I, the only bacteria left.
Yes there were narcotics, but I was used to them.
Decisions were being made.
You were there, as if you had a right.
The final document was presented
to formalize legal protections for all.
I signed wanting it to be necessary.
The ink dried red to me
Blue to Crimson,
with the addition of oxygen.
Just like blood.
And I smiled. And nearly drowned again.
Dysfunctional Household <>#emotionalorphan #iphoneography #iphonesia #instagram #life #beauty #victorian #spirits (Taken with instagram)
The Myth… #emotionalorphan #iphoneography #iphonesia #instagram #life #struggle #eternal (Taken with instagram)