I look for comfort in billowing spume.
Thunderous. Luminous. Vicious.
Circular motion then thundering roar
That’s where my heart can soar.
That body. That body.
That mass. Oh my.
I can barely hear the seagulls cry.
I seek comfort in it’s swishy gurgle
Its undulating moves.
Its undertow , high and low.
I can ride this beast
But can never conquer it’s swell.
I’m driftwood .
Bobbing. Bobbing. Babbling.
Rushing to shore. Rushing to shore.
Then poof….. No more.
No more me.
Only soft yellow sands
Formed from a million things that were once tough as rock.
But are now full of footprints.
Everything I did was for you, because of you
With you in mind.
Because of the possibility you might be kind.
Might want me again.
And I couldn’t sit still, couldn’t read without your heavy head on my shoulder
And I fought this terrible love
This one-sided thing
While you swayed and danced in the breeze
I was under heavy soil. Out of sun.
But those tears I shed found their way back in
and cracked my sad shell.
And now I am beanstalk and my head is in the clouds
And you are the old cow sold for magic beans.
Can I be a warm balmy evening?
Can I be fresh citrus light?
Can I coat you in apple blossoms
Taste your cherry flavored gum
Just for fun?
Can I breathe out desire and soak in stress
Make life seem less…. just less.
Can my soft skin tip yours so that goosebumps hold you close
Can I be the mosquito that sucks your blood
Both annoying and good
Scratch. Scratch me.
Let me in
Under your skin
All over your mouth.
Let me linger on your fingers
Loll on your nose
In quiet repose.
I can be in all of your senses
All of your dreams
Just wish it so. Wish it true.
So I can be all of those things for you.
My fermenting thoughts, turned you to wine.
Better than grape but not as sweet
Warbling like a stream through my pretty veins
Making me babble like a brook
Black lips, giving you away.
Giving me away.
And though I swirl you about my mouth
I never spit you out.
I’m on a rampage of your soul
I want it all.
Every sliver and quiver of its ethereal light.
If I breathe deeply enough I can swallow it whole
Capture it in the dungeons of my own.
Is it too much to ask that you let me be host?
To that which you cling onto the most?
I will never tire of you, just as you are
Sublime perfection, shining in the soft sunshine.
But I can already feel you wilting..tilting towards other flowers
And I have always been ivy
Climbing the walls,
Clinging too tight.
Needing to be ‘cut back’.
They don’t say ‘Ivy power’ do they ?
You hold all the cards petal.
And soon the light will fade.
But where you need heat
I survive in the shade.
You are tied to me at just the tip
While you wave in the sky
The root of you is always with me
So flow in the wind
Because in the end you won’t fly away.
You won’t split
You will stay.