I don’t know where it comes from
This flush of anger and shame
It sneaks up on me
Soaks everything like rain
I wish i could stop it
Some trick of the mind
But I’m at the mercy
Of the passage of time
Emily attempts to write things
I don’t know where it comes from
This flush of anger and shame
It sneaks up on me
Soaks everything like rain
I wish i could stop it
Some trick of the mind
But I’m at the mercy
Of the passage of time
I see you there
Sitting small in that chair
You think you are ugly
I think you are fair
I sink, i settle, i slow it down
You flit, you flutter, a bird, my girl
I’m a tree, a rock, a place to dock
You’re the wind, my sun, part of my flock
We meet in the middle
A kite and it’s cord
You raise me up
I keep you tight
You and me
We do it right
Give me your lips,
Your gasping breath,
The arch of your back,
And your straining hips.
Give me your gaze,
Fierce and overwhelmed,
The curl of your toes,
And the clench of your fist.
Give me your skin
Hot and slick
The feel of your heart pounding
The echo between your ribs
Pour the coffee
drink it up
so i can
fuck shit up
Three days without coffee
Oh my word
I’ll drink tea instead
It’s my third
(This hour)
I hold no ill will
No pointless regret
You are a lucky girl
My grandfather said
That was years ago
And still i feel the same
I wouldn’t change a thing
I’d tell him again
Jealousy hurts
Thats it
thats the poem
It feels like my insides are crushed
And i am stuck
I’m not growing
I can’t move
Because I am wanting this
We strive for it
But I’m supposed to
Work through
Be true
To myself
But it’s awful
And i hate it
And it’s not supposed to matter
If i trust you
Though i do
Because we want that freedom
To choose more
One day we will be less than memories
That missing feeling in the heart
Maybe we will reach the minds of millions
But thats probably not our part
I’m gathering photographs of us and letters to us both
You can clearly see a visual of our love and of our growth
Maybe it’ll be enough for them to say
Yes you are real, you can stay
Maybe finally I can stop worrying
Please let it happen I pray
I see your hairs poking over the duvet
And the child sneaking close
You clear your throat and sigh
Rolling over to cover your eyes
Sleep more my love, i will wait
Soaking in the quiet and the peace
For you sleeping, lips smacking, bones cracking
The pleasure it gives will never cease