Something Fierce

Pretty/Magic/Girl

This pretty girl, this magic one

she slips through my fingers like sand

she is fallible yet beautiful in precision

I cant explain what draws me but it does

and i drink her in

her fragility and strength coincide

a bevy of intricate thoughts and emotions

have pieced together such a delicate creature as she

a cyclonic burst of neurons and light

give birth to stars and galaxies and are captured in her eyes

and this speaks nothing of the goodness of her heart

it encompasses all things good and true

it is giving yet selfish

compassionate and prideful

but it is unrelenting in its fervor and appreciation

she will never let you go wanting

she will never turn her back

she is good in the most common and most cryptic definition

her smile is beaming her skin the softest silk

the touch of her skin is electric and her scent intoxicating

the most perfect poison

to lie beside her and hold her warm

fills the heart with a calming, overwhelming joy

she is fleeting and irremovable

the sparrow who sits on the window sill

only to fly away

she is beautiful

she is pure

she has stolen my heart,

and she is haunting me

The first night

I’ll never feel whole again,

never your skin against my lips,

when I come home.

And I can’t walk away from this,

not like the way you did,

I can’t let it go!

I want to choke off the air that’s filling my lungs,

and dig through the alleyways searching for drugs,

that I’ll shoot in my veins and fill them right up,

with your love.

And I want to cut through the skin and feel the steel burning

and let the pain in cause I have been yearning for,

for your love.

Tell me the truth!

I feel I deserve at least that much from you

So stop dragging this out across sunfire coals,

cause the pain that I feel is taking control

and where it is now is the place it hurts most.

codes:

we are of opposite poles and opposite souls

and the words that we speak are not words but are codes

in so many ways

every turn of a phrase

and these words that you say

don’t mean much to me

you’re miles away and i think we both know

what you’re gonna say, so i put down the phone

and walk away

The rain and the sparrow

the rain is the only thing that truly soothes me.

the crisp, cool cleansing of it.

the warm smell of a concrete superhighway,

still wet from the night before.

cool flecks of water breathe in through my window.

they spatter on my face like little pinprick kisses.

watching through the glass eyes of my home.

warm

safe

alone

the rhythm of the storm outside like a sweet lullaby.

arresting.

the rain washes away my sorrows.

dark clouds wrap me in oblivion,

catapulting me past my memories.

until the sun reappears, and with her

brings the Sparrow

Sex in shiny packets

too much boxed wine, perhaps.

the surgeon general forgot to warn us of this.

the hairs on my arm stand at attention.

the soft touch of her warm skin.

i hold the air in my lungs until they are about to burst.

quickly we become coiled and tangled on the couch.

frames of incendiary passion, boxed and shipped.

delivered to my memory at the flick of a switch.

clothes tossed and hair muffed like a denim commercial.

we clench and release rolling back and forth.

condensation dripping off us, a hot summer night.

the credits roll as she sits up to locate her bra.

she doesn’t want to complicate things.

she’s beautiful.

she doesn’t want to lose our friendship, she says.

single serving love.

The road

to me, Heaven is in this car.

a warm spring day the dew dripping from cold drinks.

windows down, a cool breeze bathes my face.

i look at Her. She looks on, the wind whips Her hair.

Her toes wiggle in the warm sun on the dash.

She twirls Her hair over, and over. squishes it twice, repeat.

i turn back to the road unsure of our heading.

it’s a good thing.

black asphalt passes beneath and through us.

will we end up here again? where we are?

i look back to the passenger seat, She’s gone.

i drive on alone, unchanged. still unsure.

but it isn’t bad, it isn’t supposed to be.

what does it mean? where will i be?

where does this road lead? back to where we were …