Spiders once nestled in my hair,

webbing their way into my

innermost emotions, but now

you are my greatest inspiration.

-jc

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The resonating drought

Gives me goosebumps

Erupting from within

My diseased mind crying

With an inaudible voice

I can recall my childhood

Pressed between the pages

Of my unfinished work and

The unrecognizable hope

Lost with my innocence

And my granite path splits

Under the carpet of my flesh

Beaten with sorrow until bruised

With a kaleidoscope of loss

My lover's words are released

On his celestial exhale

Swallowing his syllables whole

I choke on the rhinestones

Of my fallen tears and

He collects the artifacts

Left behind without meaning

And his embrace baptizes me

Memorializing the present and

Everything else is dismissed

Love and hate blend

With passion shared

Engulfed in hues of red

On the leash of madness

With thorn collars of 

Sacrifice offered

The blood of my flesh is

Served on a platter for

The feast of gluttony

She is beautiful

Rough edges

And a cracked spine

Never turn away those

Who have a hungry mind

She is immortal

Ink blood

Flows through her soul

She has a thousand hearts

Beating young and old

She is strong

Countless caresses, slams

Excited gasps and relieved sighs

Leave her core untouched

Though she stirs some mighty minds

She is a song

Spend some time with her

Listen to her words

Her tune may change, but the music will not fade

In your voice those notes will be heard

She is a part of you

Every reader leaves their mark on her surface

A finger print, a bent page, a smear

And she leaves hers on your mind, your heart and your soul

Where it shines through you like sunbeams, or moonlight or maybe even just a single twinkling star

Tall. Black.

Blue.

The sides of somebody coming.

Somebody.

Some. Body.

Ocean sounds

down

on the sand

inside of my head.

Yellow. Red.

Fluffy white.

Soft heat on the bottom

of my toes.

Chair

right now

accompanied

by the computer

dialogue.

Rain pours outside.

I hear.

Wonder.

Why.

Long ago

fingers

tripped their way

across the white sand

creating

sandstorms

and boxes of

pixie dust

Here’s the deal:

Don’t shed all your blood

On a single script.

You’ll die.

Instead, baptize

Each divine droplet

In tears, first.

Then write.

Nudge the beads along,

With loving strokes,

Like little lost lambs.

Self-less-ly.

When they’re weary,

Restless or distracted,

Let them sleep.

Peaceab-ly.

Repeat the process,

Until complete.

Take a breather.

Then edit.

She flutters her wings

And floats on rays of light

Bashful winks and soft kisses

Land on silk petals

The flowers blush in her magnificent presence

They call out to her with charming words,

Their sweet nectar promises

The butterfly delights

She is vain but what does that matter

For who else can carry all the light we cannot see

And still land so softly upon our shoulders

She flutters her wings

And floats on rays of light

Bashful winks and soft kisses

Land on silk petals

The flowers blush in her magnificent presence

They call out to her with charming words,

Their sweet nectar promises

The butterfly delights

She is vain but what does that matter

For who else can carry all the light we cannot see

And still land so softly upon our shoulders

I was mere notes upon a silent page

'til you struck up the tune to play.

Upon that instrument of you,

my music floated through.

You played me soft and low

With vibrations of the bow

You played me high and strong

a strident anthem in the song

Tuned by Composer and Musician,

you did not play your own volition,

but supple in the Authorʼs hand

you made my song so grand.

Alone, I am a silent score.

just jots and dots and nothing more.

But together on your humming strings,

I rise up off the silent page and start to sing.