i dare the moon to see me
The pool looks so empty at night.
Darkness covers everything but the moonlight glittering along the surface of the water.
the guys next to me are laughing,
stripping quickly until only
their boxers remain
then, they dive into the
once still waters,
disrupting the moon’s somber sleep
me, i strip slowly
first. my shirt, to reveal a soft pink
bra underneath/my breath hitches
a little as i do it.
next? i wiggle out of my
black, skirt
the new waves; they ripple
beneath my feet
so i close. my eyes...
and (i jump)
the cool water coats Me; but doesn’t
hold
me
i can gli de
my arms in front—pushing the water
away
my legs kick me
forward
n o clo thes hol ding m e ba ck
and i dare
the mo on
to watch Me
f l o a t
and know
she, she can not control
Me.
like the flower you are
if he really loves you
he’ll tend to each of your petals
and make sure the sun shines
in your heart
he’ll love your vibrant colors
and watch you grow
without ever plucking you
for his own selfish desires
if he really loves you
he’ll help you weather every season
and protect you from the jealous insects that try to eat at your beauty
he’ll support you when you begin to wilt and remind you of your strength
as you flower into
who you are meant to be
but most of all,
if he really loves you
he’ll let you blossom and
bloom freely
as you grow to meet a limitless sky.
puzzle piece
this heartache
this pain
these tears
and this moment
are only one piece
in the beautiful puzzle
that is
you.
don’t let
this single piece
define
you
instead
allow this piece
to help you
discover yourself
to help you
solve the puzzle
because
trust me
one day you’ll see
you
wouldn’t be complete
without
it
you are an ocean
freckles color your face
like. jagged. rocks.
protecting the sea of green and blue
swirling in your eyes:
hushed waves calling—“tame me”
yet a softness unknown to the ocean
before lies underneath
my finger sails between the rocks
carefully navigating across
your
face
gliding along... the outline of your nose
and
docking at your lips.
every inch of you feels as
expansive and beautiful as
the ocean;
and my heart longs to voyage
and discover the
mysteries
lying beneath your surface...
your touch is a figure skater
i’m sorry
that i feel empty.
i’m sorry
that your touch
is merely a figure skater—
trying to create beautiful art
with the swirl of a fingerprint
on my icy skin;
i’m sorry
that the freezing water of my soul
would blister you,
remove the warmth of your
fingertip;
i’m sorry
that contact with me
would stop you from
making that beautiful art
(oh how you float and skip and twirl above the ice);
i’m sorry that i would make you still.
so you see
you should not touch me
or dance near me
because if you fall,
i will make you cold, too.
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the effects of another's hardened heart
pawing my mittens
i shiver in my coat
the sharp air
clashes with the coolness
of snowflakes on my outstretched tongue
i trek as
branches and unfamiliar territory
form a kaleidoscope
that prevents me from clearly
isolating my love
she eludes me
but hints of her
skate on the dry ground
to produce a cracked swirl
of disheveled tree silhouettes
i tramp along the stony trail
as burrs cling to me
and my feet weaken from the journey
but i continue dragging myself because
i see her spirit reflect in
brittle arms of the trees
and broken gray rocks
next to barren caves
wind threatens to collapse me
and i crave her touch
as my strength erodes with each
crunch of hollow twigs
finally my eyes discover a desolate clearing
past prickly thistles and empty bushes
an insatiable hunger sets
when i finally see her
i howl for her
only to realize
she is unattainable
worlds apart
she looks at me with her frigid gaze
and her light reveals
the emptiness
of the world surrounding me.
red and pink lips
pouting red lips
and long lashes
they ask for sexy pictures
as i sigh with boredom
and take flash photos of
my winged eyeliner
and muddy eyes
whispering
i'll be bad for you
with a fiendish wink
the boys that see
that side of me
see features to be caressed
and felt up
curled hair to be tangled
and lipstick to be rubbed away
but you
the boy that sees
the other side of me
with soft pink lips
asks for my smile
as i radiate with happiness
and stare
at my uncurled lashes
and muddy eyes
whispering
i'll be there for you
with a caring look
seeing not my features
but my soul inside
and slowly you place my silky hair
behind my ear
to kiss me gently.