My Arms Stretched Out...

like an infant
as my fingertips
painted thoughts
across the sky
and the earth
formed herself
perfectly around
my toes
leaving stains of herself
on the balls of my feet…
I left my mark in her
while her tears
cascaded like dew
beneath me…
She understood
and encouraged me
to continue with
my thoughts…
my feelings…
my fingertips
now dancing
boldly
in odd strokes
of white
against the
blushing blue
canvas
my laughter
and sadness
combined
because there was room
for it all

"Nine"

Bearing water, Aquarius reigned alone
and the earth was still...
no day, or night
She poured recklessly
hoping her love would fall upon an understanding heart
and that her passion would be felt and reciprocated
One by one, she counted each drop
calculating how much of herself was being sacrificed
in search of Love

Analyzing each tear that mirrored her loneliness,
Virga caught each drop to prevent exposure...
not realizing she was also collecting the rain of Aquarius
As her hands filled with moisture, she drank...
ingesting her love unknowingly
Day after day, she grew stronger and her tears began to dry
but her hands continued to fill
To make sense of it all, Virga emerged through the clouds
and went straight to the source

No words were spoken as their energy caused a beautiful collision
Recognizing the strength of Aquarius
Virga knew she had to present herself with a touch of masculinity
and in that moment she transformed herself into Virgo
two hours, eleven minutes and two seconds
their signs became symbolic of the sun
and as love embodied them, Aquarius became Pisces and Virgo became Aquarius
birthing the moon and welcoming night
Yesterday became today and today will become tomorrow

One Piece Too Far...

from whole
while past conversations
echo
too few and far in between
Even your scent
dances relentlessly
on my pillow
and there’s no promise
of one last
anything

Without the excitement
of waves
calm and crashing
or romantic winds
caressing me
as I fall…
I want it all
even more

Close enough
to taste
but not mine enough
to touch
and all at the expense
of certainty

Free will
Has given a permission
that rivals fate
and smirks
unjustly
in the eye of destiny…

All I have to do
is remain
motionless
to find joy in
partial numbness
or let go
of what I cannot have
entirely

November Came...

and went
with 30 suns
and 30 moons
Moments crept by
but were gone
too soon

Each night fell
upon her shoulders
carelessly
forcing the sun to set
and each day roared
through her pores
without hints of regret

Bold and faded
contrasts…
her colorful ego was delicate like leaves
She chose to be the dying beauty
with temporary attachment to the trees

Her silence was like crisp winds
and her mood interchangeable
like warm kisses through gray clouds…
only to pass before comfort arrived
She’s extraordinarily humble
and disgustingly proud

Nearing the end of her cycling whisper
November recounted her 30 suns
but cried because they had gone too soon
then she took her last breath
without prediction
or retelling of preceding months…
and gracefully faded away with the last of her 30 moons

Her 2009 Time Capsule...

was filled with ones and zeros
overflowing with acronyms
and action-less expressions
laughing out loud
without sound
rolling on the floor
without movement
and talking to you later
without doing so
Her capsule was filled
with technological socialization
friendships ended
at the touch of a button
and collected like figurines…
never removed from packaging
All that’s known
is a mood for the day
with nothing to say
in person
Phones in palms
selecting which parts of
their lives to comment on
without having to be a part of ones journey
Looking past the binary codes
and acronyms
she sorted through collected associates
and friends
not yet deleted
and dove whole heartedly
into the capsule…
dictionary in hand
so that the future would know
humans existed
with a vocabulary

Have I Felt This Before...

Deja vu that lingers too long
I'm weak...
I'm strong...
I have to move on?
Self assessing
through love like interaction
unlike love
as defined by me?
Was it defined by you
and them?
Did I repeat myself?
Recycled emotion
with regurgitated description?
It felt good...
then it hurt...
and now I'm brand new?
New in the form of replication?
Love in minuscule upgrade...
101, 101.1, 101.2?
Do I need a tongue that is foreign...
eyes not yet open...
a heart whole and empty?
Reset me?
Did I say this already?
Purge these words
and mean them then
as I will later?
Go with the flow...
I'm open...
I'm closed?
Has my heart gone green?
These thoughts and feelings
just cycle and recycle...
Is love lacking luster?
I'm flustered
and back again

Love Discarded...

like it was weightless
but your action weighs heavy
in light of yourself
shady grey overcasts
your dangerous beauty
and truth emerges
summoned by deceit
complete abandonment
but not all is lost
love stalks me
shamelessly