Triumphant Defeat...

I walked downstairs with a giant cup of coffee in one hand,
and a plate of toast in the other.

By the time I reached the landing,
my yoga pants were around my ankles.

The triumphs and defeats of weight loss.

Home...

I want to come home.  I've been away for so long.  I almost forget what it feels like.  But if I close my eyes tight and block out the noise...there...I'm almost there.

Complete and safe...in love and loved.  God, where have I been?  It's not here in this place.  I want to come home.  Let me in.

Wandering around...chasing ideas of people and things.  Ghosts and vapors of romantic ideas of some existence.  I'm tired and I want to come home.

Trying so hard to create something...anything.  I've drifted so far from everything. It's lonely out in space.  The fucking clock is starting to race.  I want to come home.

The Kiss...

I relent to the supple touch of your lips. My heart skips as they begin caressing mine while your finger tips dance on my skin; pulling me closer by my hips.

Heat seethes from my core to my face.  You steal my breath and then replace it with your own; honey laced and luscious it resuscitates.

We linger locked together drifting.  The memory of our space uplifting.  Our magnetic polls shifting; through time we race to meet right here locked in this embrace.

In the heart of me...

My strength wanes with the moonlight.

It seeps into my pillow while my fears and insecurities rise in the darkness.

The tears then temper my steel.

And my armor hardens to nearly impenetrable by the time dawn comes.

Fall...a Haiku

Floating to the ground.
Transformed to brown, red and gold.
I fluttered away.

Love and Hate...

It pains me...sustains me.

It reigns me in and claims me.

It rails me...impales me.

It assails me and derails me.

The light that suffers a dark influence will not shine brighter in its ambiance.

You pain me...sustain me.

You reign me in and claim me.

You rail me...impale me.

You assail me and derail me.

Your light that suffers my dark influence will shine brighter in my ambiance.

Mirage...

What can I do.
This story is not new.
The wanting...the having...the leaving of you.