* S *O *F *T

Wisps of spring,

And remnants of Winter,

Mingling, crying, but oh so silent...

Soft, soft pain, etched through their existence,

As the wind roars and cries in anguish,

The Sun's light is slowly, slowly dimming,

And the Rain falls as softly as a whisper,

Shadows still exist in the depths of this world,

Being swept away and away,

Lost,

Cold,

And oh so alone...

~Mariya

*P *A *I *N

I never believed in heaven

Until I met you

Then I knew it was a real place

Here on earth

But with heaven, comes hell

One can’t exist

Without the other

I soon found out

That hell

Is a place on earth

Without you

Sturdy.

What can be sturdy?

Clearly not a flower.

But does it have the potential to be sturdy?

It’s weak,

Flimsy.

Vulnerable.

But strong.

Holding itself together.

If a simple flower can do that,

why can’t I?

I feel so broken,

Fragile,

Delicate.

Like egg shells.

Brittle, like crackers.

Dried out, like old crusty raisins.

But can I be strong?

Can I be sturdy?

Is there potential in me to become better?

You say I can.

Help me.

Teach me.

I want to be sturdy.

-Copyright (C) 2019 Leigh Rachele Thrompt-

please, love.

hold your rhyme and give me all your reason.

it’s the burning night and the open air.

it’s your presence and I.

your wholeness only complete in silence.

address my silence with yours, my love.

bring your mouth to mine.

what will we taste in this moment?

as the sea blooms amid our meeting lips.

as the clouds clear.

ahh.

we taste the fingerprints

of the unseen sun.

an auburn surrendered

through the song of shadow.

the moon, gold, rises from your earth aglow.

your depths rise to meet my senses.

my fingers explore this heaven, the eternity of your velvet skin.

my lips journey your abundant garden forgotten by time.

abloom,

burning blue,

we’re sent.

union.

pieces of clay joined as one.

worlds glistening with milk and honey.

spinning, blissfully, on the potters wheel.

revealing our secret form.

unveiling our hidden idenity.

our fingerprints unite.

your name finds sanctuary

in the dead of night.

burning life into tongue.

wrapped and burning

with this unfolding

of future fire.

carrying an innate admission

to the ends of all

we know.

somewhere,

somewhere we can only guess,

a name investigates the heads of unsuspecting lovers.

a new name joins ours.

and love.

and lovers.

between light and shadow.

names join and give birth to the coloring of these worlds.

Despite cosmetic surgery to stave

inevitable demise cheating grim reaper

indefatigable measures undertaken

buzzfeeding mortal legacy bajillion

dollar industry remaining eternally

youthful cold comfort knowing eventual

degradation conquers biological aging,

yet open casket bestows approving

nods upon aesthetic corpse denouncing

any telltale evidence rigor mortis stole

once hearty life source attested by

tranquil poise, albeit deathly stillness

former body electric forever quiet among

the mourning crowded house

impossible mission to still flowing tears

emotionally poignant moment onlookers

suddenly ever acutely aware their

demise guaranteed, an inalienable pact

linkedin with birthright, this scribe ponders

figuratively digging unearthing morbid

fascination with afterlife, yet neither

hastening mine demise, neither fearing,

protesting, nor ululating unproductive futile

entreaty against transient fleeting

consciousness, asper one carbon based

entity, who wonders if other creatures

great and small revile, (or perchance

question) authority, vis a vis temporarily

bequeathing forces procreative and

subsequently terminal, maybe other

species less insightful meditating being

gifted with sense and sensibility without

pride nor prejudice to speculate, deliberate,

articulate...regenerative processes that

eventually co opt breathing, functioning,

longing versus pensive postulating post

mortem phenomena, pinging noggin within

noggin of one weatherbeaten, haggard,

cadaverous Homo sapien in truth...he

admits being petrified, what...whereat

lapsing millenniums found yours truly

cursed by Gorgons remaining forever

stone cold harboring no recollection about

livingsocial enjoying good n plenti

"FAKE" experiences trumpeting conspiracy

theories – fools like me (rush'n), where

angels fear to tread including collusion

explaining my ill fate.

Dead E (I'm on dead E, kid!): Your gas tank is dangerously close to empty.

MEG (He's such a MEG, kid!): Most Embarrassing Guy.

Beeshi (She kicked me in the beeshi, kid!): A slang rendition of an Italian word for a man's genitals.

Yuppy (The yuppies are ruining the neighborhood, kid!): People, usually white and wealthy, who are not native city folk.

Bubblah (I'm going to get a drink of water from the bubblah, kid!): A drinking fountain.

Gravy (It's gravy, not sauce, kid!): A red meat sauce served over pasta.