Get Naked

Let’s get naked together… Help strip me of my ego and I’ll disrobe the stress from your mind. Give up article of timidity, illusion And cast aside veils donned in shame about our truths. Kiss each other’s spirits the way we caress skin, run our hands through each other’s ideas the way we play in…

About last night (a poetic)

Legs twined. Our fingers climbed each other through the night. Scarves undone. My locks tangled yours Little brown vines. Inhale the moment Before memory wakes us – We are supposed to be angry About something Inconsequential. We use eggshelled silence To mask the sleep in our step. Courteous and unremarkable We play at passive anger…

Naturally Inclined (a poem)

Written years ago, by now. Still relevant. How time flies… for my love. Talking with you is Whispering into the wind: a thousand echoes come laughing back to me Spinning on a dirt devil of past personal secrets and inside jokes opening themselves like morning glories to the moon’s late melody. Though the story is…

Beauty Mirrored

They stood before each other Sure of the other’s beauty And suddenly stilled in the confidence of her own. The “I wish” and “if only” rose Darkening cheeks and shifting eyes They could not escape the taboo desire To acknowledge beauty in both her and her too Because this world has been trained To think…

‘Til Death Do Us Part

They were 2 ghosts at coffee Polite, if not a little awkward Corpses blushing for the first time Love flowing like the last gasp in their limbs Except they were very much alive And it was burgers, not coffee, And polite did not conceal The bitterness that tasted of decay, should have been in a…

Take It. [poesy]

Take it: My pen, and be enundated no longer with my pedantic, rambling streams; My hands, and suffer no too gentle caress any longer; My tongue, and be seiged with no passionate protests or sharp challenges against safe silence; My body, and harass yourself no more with fantasy of the sweetness of mine Eden’s fruit;…

White Picket Fence (guest feature – poem)

In resonance to my frustration with the Lyft driver’s attitude yesterday, one of my dearest loves and relatively new writer gave me permission to share his own distaste with such attitudes and lifestyles, expressed here through poesy. You worked hard for that status, didn’t you… You worked hard to be in that tax bracket.You worked…

Self-Musing 4 (poesy)

Strong Applied liberally to others But like the root that dies To give sustenance My tongue fell out of my mouth Upon looking in the mirror. You don’t know of the grace with which I’ve maneuvered through the darkest paths to no fault of anyone but the trumpet who so loved its very own existence,…

Heaven’s mess

(A throwback)   The place I heard heaven’s message was where I stood and could see no distinction between the parts of you and the parts of me, mixed up in beautiful chaos, and realized experiencing the universe was what we called “love.” It has been ever so simple since.

The foil crown and cardboard throne (a poem)

I live in DC. When I first moved here, I took a bus every morning that rode me past the White House, down the mall, and across the river, all typically before the sun painted these in the pleasant hues that inspire patriotism for buildings and monuments constructed in architecture paying homage to a fallen…