The ebb and flow of rhythmic raindrops call

Convincing me to lay and read a book

And as the pitter patter starts to fall

Beyond my windowpane, I take a look

A rush of calm envelopes me within 

The words begin to stir amid a thought

As lovers hold their passion's bridled sin

Into the net's seduction, they are caught 

Resounding echoes from the beating drum

The dwarves of yore, a clink and clank of stone

And as their baritones and basses hum

No miners are they now; just flesh and bone 

The rainfall tapers off, I, in my keep

Embrace the parting clouds and drift to sleep 

Wrists exposed

Blood flows

Turns black

Words smack

Drops fall

The gall

Secrets displayed

Poetry made

It itches

Like a coarse sweater

rubbing harshly against her delicate flesh,

biting angry red welts

into her once calm surface

She fervently scratches

knowing the moment

she releases her fingers from it,

she will find remnants beneath her nails

and the prickling will continue to exist

It itches

this new life she must live

and she's run out of ointment

I met someone who emitted vibrations

cool, smooth talking, fusion of song

themes of betrayal striking, ignored

warning, warning, peal from this man

but it’s too late for I’ve surrendered my tune

he rapped it in pieces, jigsaw puzzle of lyrics

can’t put harmony back together again

missing refrain which he’s holding aside

thinking he might want to play me again

warning, warning, peal from this man

he performs the melody I want to hear

in the fringe of my brain, I sing the truth

but I’m not listening to words riding by

lying awake wondering where his body roars

ignoring reasoning pounding in awareness

drumming rat a tat–listen to what you know

can’t you eavesdrop on your mind which echoes

warning, warning, peal from this man

cushioning my love in squeaky bubble wrap

when he tosses it away, it shrills back to me

he’s a part-time lover who hearkens to others

warning, warning, peal from this man

chorus engulfs my mind but heart chimes on

no matter the resonance, I can’t heed the tidings

great sorrow and angst which are just marking time.

I spit on color

and it brightens,

give pain its sweetness

and lift joy from depths

of flatness, pinning

legs to passion as it

flees monotony.

I make meaningful the void

and stitch devastation with

notion of possibility,

a shield against the world

while you reconstruct hope.

Yet I am despised as I

heap definition on

all that comforts.

one day, I will fade

into tales of regret and look

on from the forgotten shadows

of your heart. and I will smile.

and hate how long it took peace

to give up greed and find you.

farewell old friend. glad you made it.

more than hope depends

on the merciless weather,

changing just because.

but I will undress and stand

in rain and make love to time.

and we'll talk about

our matching outfits, and plan

for all the forecasts

we are longing to defy

with minds we lost to hearts.

Or maybe, we'll just stay in.

A shadow

Slithering by

Whispers against mine;

A movement,

Sound uncaught.

A scent

Fragmented, dispersed

Before it merges

with my breath

My quickening heart

Calms itself

Chaos reconquers hopeful soul

Eyes disappointed away turn

I had hoped the changing breeze

Would come bearing news of you

and with it,

peace.