the naming

As though a name
could be kerosene
and speaking it
the match
Mute with fear
and awe,
we longed
Enthralled
For so long
Our hearts and guts
cramped

Was it exhaustion or frustration
that made the first move
to drag it into the light
and tease it apart
to release the tension

Now the only thing certain
is the name on our lips
that freezes our smiles
between delight and dismay
unknowing whether
we wished to find
a means to ignite
or to tame it

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blame

I wish I could blame it
on media and capitalism
and patriarchy and classism
or some other ideal of no worth
but all the abuse
and deception I’ve brooked
was born from this need
to be loved

daily prompt: ascend

just once

you said what we say
when something’s too hard to resist
life is too short
not to bend this one time
and enjoy what it has to give

I wanted to say
but bit my tongue
what I also knew to be true
that life after this
would be too long and wasted
spent wanting far more of you

interpreting silence

it is because I know
what you have done
and what more
you are capable of
that I now know
there is no excuse
possible or plausible
other than that
nothing is what
you want most
from me

you and words

life goes on just like before
contracts signed and others torn
though I rarely read a single line
like I did between yours
just to find I would be
the only one bound
to no gains
and expected to refrain
from expectations

I have no reasons only rhymes
to excuse the time I wasted
offering views to the blind
I preferred the words
and how they swirled
in my eyes and mouth
so much more than you

but without you they scatter
I’m adrift amidst a mist
of letters that refuse
to gather into clouds
and rain a relief
I can turn into words
to drown my fear
that you have all
I wish I did not need

trying to be

To roar, break, crash and thunder
like the clouds above
and let loose
what roils under
this skin too thin
to contain the blood
that looks to pound
against you

To be bright pink
not bloody bruised brown,
burnt, stubbed and rubbed
into the ground

To be rash
And willing to scratch
dreams hiding under scabs
And let them run freely
or float away like ashes
left to the wind

To be anything but quiet
stoic and contemplating
constantly placating
the urge to smash and run

reluctantly relieved

The heat warns of a meltdown
but I’ve knelt to its promises before
only to rise thirsting for a storm
of biblical proportions
It’s what it will take
to squelch this desire
for more than you can give

The clouds hang lower
than my expectations
for a revelation
to relieve this burning
But the sky raises only
a pacifist wind
resigning me
to rescind my declarations
and settle for
a gentle
cooling off

erroded

I’ve twisted tendons
and callused my soles
from searching to meet you
on softer terrain
I’ve tripped up my words
and torqued my soul
from trying to meet you
on higher planes

But you like to lie
close to the ground
to limit perspectives
to single use views

taper expectations
to scraps of paper
thrown clear of anticipation
And any yearning
they may birth
crawling, trawling
scraping up traces
that may promise more
than what has been earned.

So I’ll tear up my efforts
useĺessly sown
in barren dirt
devoid of worth
beyond burying hurt
And never again
set sights or foot
on this trodden plain

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