Amity over Amnesty
Red rapids and scarlet magic
Run me ragged
Wishes?
absentmindedly granted.
Touch and taste, in your embrace
I’m surrounded
by white escape.
You said
I’m not going anywhere.
You are my priority.
I will not abandon you,
baby girl.
How
How could I ask
For more of a thrill?
Sweet on me,
Sweet on you,
Try as I might,
No sight of that familiar blue.
Tender caress
Moonlit sighs
You and I?
We’ll find our compromise.
Gentle caress,
subtle hairs on your chest
in your arms,
I somehow forget the rest.
Sundays like Tim McGraw,
morning song
whispered
in wholesome solitude
To you, I’m nowhere near small
Thoughtful gestures
Over worn out measures
Would it be too cliche,
to call you a treasure?
Simple delights, homecoming nights
the longest stretch
Maybe one day,
You’ll teach our boys catch?
Amity,
over amnesty.
In you,
I choose trust, fearlessly.
Pausing, Discerning, Unearthing
Pausing
Discerning
Unearthing
Insecurities winning
As the room keeps spinning
No
No
Not for long.
You’re not like him.
You’re not her.
With you,
my trust need not quiver.
Homestead?
Homecoming.
How hardly
I remember anything troubling.
Lilac frames
Sweet absence of games
My spring escape,
Earning my touch
And demanding my gaze.
Homestead eyes
And homecoming highs
Country corners
Remain nearby.
You said
Want to come to the post office,
With me?
Homestead eyes
My homecoming prize
Not a moment
left to criticize
Pausing
Discerning
Unearthing
Intentions?
No longer self-serving.
No longer unnerving.
Only kind
Only reinforcing.
Is this what it means
to just be?
Oh, baby
I’ve already committed
this moment
to memory.
Idle Weights & Lucid States.
I put on my camera earrings today
As if that alone,
Were enough.
I promised myself
I would at least try.
yet here I am, 11:54 am — sitting idly by.
What good is knowing you can,
when one false move, makes it hard to stand?
Idle breaths
linger
in my weighted chest.
pulses unpaced,
lost
in the inescapable race.
Paces ahead, lightyears behind,
if only they knew…
just how much
it occupies my mind.
One foot, no two?
I’m unsure — wrong! — what more I can do.
There is no summit. There is no summit. There is no summit.
Most days, this rings true.
But today, anxiety-fueled procrastination
leaves me woefully unfulfilled,
and restlessly blue.
I trust I am exactly where I’m meant to be.
I put on my camera earrings today,
as if that were enough.
If I just keep going,
maybe one day
I’ll believe I’m enough?
Homestead Eyes
And we’ll stay here awhile,
Til just you and I fall asleep
You won’t know until you go,
you won’t know until you go,
you won’t know until you go.
Homestead eyes,
a curious smile
Sailor’s touch,
No sign of a crutch.
Pulses thready,
almost hot, almost heavy.
A near miss,
turned copacetic kiss.
I didn’t know I could surrender like this.
Is this what they mean, when they say,
“I didn’t know it could feel like this?”
Hardworking.
Rustic ease,
a gentle motion,
this is feeling the fear,
without blowing it out of proportion.
Flying, sighing,
Curled up in your corner,
With you, something tells me I won’t have to look over my shoulder.
A lotus intact,
only seconds, inches from warmer.
Soft lips,
and tepid hands,
slip of the tongue,
I couldn’t withstand.
Safe.
Forehead kisses
and butterfly wishes,
please,
don’t be another one
of my near misses.
Kind.
Panting, chanting,
I remind myself,
there’s no more “can’t-ing”
You could take care of me.
Homestead eyes,
a curious smile,
maybe, just maybe,
you’ll be the one to stick around a while.