I stand
In the morning.

The water careens off my skin
Cleansed
Purified
body.

I sit right down
And it pelts me
Sliding like liquid hands,
down my back
around my neck.

Liquid fingers,
Life,
Caresses
my chest,
this
daily pleasure.

The kettle bubbles
as I rinse the bubbles from my hair.
I cannot stop
Grinning
My soul,
once held captive
is set free
by the water.
I sink down
in the cool tub,
and I am renewed.

Such suffering I have sown,
But I accept my portion,
What then is there to do.
All the blame cannot be my own
Alone.
If in the flaming depths of Tartarus there is a searing pool
It is there I shall dive, for I have fallen beneath the zenith,
I dip beneath the clouds, soon to shatter on the earth.
Likely that my plea for clemency will fail,
I cannot be held accountable for so blindly fumbling into the deceptions,
When no lens has been provided for me,
I was greeted first with insult,
Then recognized for my wit, and patience,
But low, I never parted the veil.
Justifications are for the guilty,
I cannot justify my nature.
Nor can I say why a scale tips back and forth
With equal weights, on each side,
Only to settle askew,
Again and again.
If there is enough love in this shallow heart,
This cheap vessel of hollow virtue.
I will burn it in the embers of my failing passion,
So as maybe, to brighten the eyes of another,
Whose gaze is less grey than mine.

The worst thing that could happen to me
Would be to forget you,
to bury this love,
and stamp down the earth upon it.
I find it impossible to let go,
because, right now
you mean far too much to me,
and I to you.
Such feelings cannot be replaced
They can soothe the ache of a wounded spirit,
My fingers gain vigor,
My arms potent strength,
When it is you, that I hold,
I am the Atlas of our love.

Greetings, joy, my fleeting friend.
I can speak your language if you want to.

Concrete emotions
And casual glances
Leave me fulfilled, in this green chamber.

I must remain
This is the only world I wish to know.
To feel everything,  
To feel such warmth.

Pleasure:
so difficult
To deny
I will stay here in this place
And cultivate relief.
Sand painted flowers,
And hand carved birdhouses,
Flowers for your hair,
And the birdhouses...
For the birds of course.
So they may sing you asleep,
When my voice fails me.

No sirens are heard the morning is still,
Hope awakens, a vibrant animal
It was never dead, only hiding.
Modern individuals, can reveal
The root of their plight, let old wounds heal
Daughters, allowed to make their own decisions,
Mothers, remembered for loving care,
Fathers, passing wisdom to their children,
The hibernation of falsehood.
But what of those who never found these things?
To them we must give our fullest kindness,
We all were children once, and we all deserve love.
With forgiveness, justice, and harmony.
Let no further judgements be passed,
Let lovers rejoice,
Let shots ring out in celebration
Not as signals of termination.
These cycles never end,
But what festered yesterday,
Today can be healed.
Let lovers lie together in bliss,
Absorbed in communion of affections,
On this day let us heal each other,
As we heal our world,
One individual at a time.

Every day I curse my words,
words to chain me down,
words to drive my soul back down into stone caverns,
words to conceal me.

Dense, jagged, horrific.

But today I found your screaming mouth print on my mirror,
and outspoken hand prints on the shower curtain,
and I swear I lost my heart,
Dull and silent, behind the eyes of my faults.
And you said hello.

Every day I curse, that you ignore {me}.

Tomorrow I won't have to.

You slash a wound that is closed.
Reveal what others conceal.
My coal smashed to diamonds.
When I left Richmond, I ran so quickly.

My shallow heart, and sun deprived skin,
is floating away, like dandelion fluff.
Goodbye blue skies... ...unjust... ...evaporate.
Believe his truths... believe what he says...

The prequel of hello, is recognition with the eyes.
Unmapped highways, and hopeful questing.

Scalpel, scalpel, scalpel...

I despise the way the steel sounds.