#love poetry
you reach for me
and i breathe
into you.
you’ll never catch me
saying “no.” envelope me
in your arms, lips to neck
and i’m yours. i find that
we’re at our best when we’re
under covers figuring things out
and i could try to romanticize us
but it would never fucking compare.
ReBecca DeFazio
More Than A Flower
We never cliff dived;
never found ourselves lost.
We had a plan; a plan to be anything
except our parents. A plan to be
okay; thriving. In love. Happy.
And we’ve come so far but
I’m tired of safety; maybe this
feeling is coming from my
self destructive heart.
We both know that sometimes it
tends to boil over but maybe it’s just
that I feel safe anywhere you are.
So let’s jump. Let’s move to France
and learn a new language. Let’s
raise the children with love
and freedom and cultures that
aren’t our own. Let them bear
witness to our love story.
Let them tell their friends and
spouses stories of us laughing
hysterically while dancing in the
kitchen at midnight in a new
country, our kitchen is feeling a little
small lately and I would love
to spend a night lost in Paris with you.
Lost. Blissfully lost.
ReBecca DeFazio
More Than A Flower
Sometimes when you’re lying next to me, fingers tangled in my hair while your hand rests on my cheek… When you’re fast asleep… My heart physically aches; like love has filled me up so much that I can hardly contain it and if I don’t cry, I’ll explode. My throat feels like a volcano ready to erupt; my breathing short. I never ever would have guessed that this is what love felt like. - ReBecca DeFazio (More Than A Flower)
Puis il y avait de la chaleur,
un bassin de beauté trouve en vous;
dans votre toucher, votre sourire.
Votre amour m’a apporté la magie
à ma vie, même quand je pensais
que j’étais perdu dans les falaises;
perdu aux fins.
Then there was warmth,
a pool of beauty found within you;
within your touch, your smile.
Your loving me brought magic
to my life even when I thought
I was lost to the cliffs;
lost to the endings.
ReBecca DeFazio
More Than a Flower
A series of polaroids of you and I.
1. The sky is dull; not a true blue like I usually like but I smile up at you anyways.
2. The air smells like ice and hot cocoa; you drink and then press your lips against my neck and it sends a tingle down my spine and into my toes which I can barely feel because I always refuse to wear boots in the snow.
3. Once I’ve stepped in too many puddles, you tell me “alright, jump up.” carrying me home on your back; I whisper in your ear and you grin beautifully.
4. We are sitting on the couch under the covers watching Inception for the millionth time.Your arm around my neck, our fingers interlaced, our faces pressed against each other’s; we breathe in the warmth from one another’s lips.
5. I’m standing in the kitchen, coffee in hand, crinkled nose, wearing your hoodie that is 3 sizes too big. My hair is messy but I am happier than usual; it radiates off of my freckled skin.
6. You are fast asleep covered in my favorite ice blue blanket from Kohl’s; my head lies on your chest. Twinkle lights shine down on us, barely lighting the room. My fingers are curled up in your chest hair while I sing “My Everything” by Ariana Grande quietly until I fall asleep too.
ReBecca DeFazio
More Than a Flower
‘is love winged bliss, or steady ground?—
maybe not;
but, I know, it is not so
an unstable path as this.’
'falling,’ - Megan’s Poetry #1274
‘I am proud to have practiced loving;
I am proud to know you to your bones—
I am proud to know which tendons to pull
and which to leave alone.’
'to be known,’ - Megan’s Poetry #1273
Vocal Point
Body talk
I listen raptly, rapacious for
Every shift, every rustle
Blood rushing to
All the peak places
The sighs, the moans
Deciphering meanings
Translating tongues
Slipping and sliding
Teach me the intricacies of
Your language; make me fluent
Whispering softly at first
Then volume rising
With intensity of feeling
Heed the hedonistic glee
Following each other’s lead
We will both get there
Gasping for air then preparing
To again hit those high notes
In harmony
Interlinked
Traversing my walls
Taking tender steps yet
Sure-footed steady as you go
Putting me perfectly at ease
Laid-back onlooking between relaxed blinks
Of crinkled eyes, thinking with a satisfied
Sigh that this feels oh so right
As stoniness buckles under
The gentle sway of thoughtful touch
Bringing joyfully energizing
Vim and vigor to my days
Turning up the heat at night
Until we burst into flames
Fireworks colorfully lighting up the sky
Fourth of July has nothing
On our pyrotechnics display
Then we fumble drowsily sweet
Into dreamy gratified sleep
Reaching out for each other
Circuit complete
the curse of my death is that
i am with you
through your madness,
stranded and unable
to save you.
— and they say it is mercy
i think about you when the sun dips low to kiss the earth
and the night engulfs the empty sky in an embrace
because i know that in silence,
that is when you are alive.
— death, please come for me too
i think,
they will perish,
and yet my lips are silent—
they are sealed even when i am screaming
within my head;
i think,
they are unloved by the gods,
and pretend that i do not know—
i turn away from the noise within the wind
because they are just children;
i think,
he will lose his love,
but i do not know who i mean.
— secrets in pelion
i found love in you;
i found myself in war.
i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry—
what is my legacy without you?
frantic denials
we are children running on the shore,
sand creeping in the spaces of our toes
as we stomp hard enough to leave a mark
because this is all i know the world will remember me for.
we are children running on the shore,
feet never truly touching the sea
because something lives underneath the waves
and you always try to protect me from her.
we are children running on the shore,
hands clasped tightly with each other’s
as we cherish the times we have left to spend;
marking the days we did not know were counted.
and then i was a ghost stuck on the trojan shore,
desperate, and yet unknowing how, to come back to you.
— pyrrhus, why?
goddess,
how do you want me to love?
you think so lowly of this boy
who has scraped his wobbly knees
to chase this omnipotent being
that you call your son;
worships brimming from my throat
and spilling from my wounded lips
because he is a god amongst mortals.
you think so lowly of this boy
who does not want your son to perish
even if he is forgotten through time,
because what good is his epic
when he is dust?
you think so lowly of this boy
who loves achilles
for what he is not allowed to be—
a boy.
so tell me goddess,
how do you want me to love?
how do you want us to love?
— prayers thrown at the sea
often times i found myself asking
how will i ever live without you?
what would become of me when you’re gone?
it’s terrible how fates can be
for now i know the answers.
when she came back into your life,
i know that i already lost the other half of my soul.
she was seared to your ribs
and tattooed across your heart;
she existed within the cracks of our relationship
and flourished under the raised voices.
i cannot even find it in myself to hate her;
to despise her for her return and
for the way she easily took you from me
because love,
my love,
she and i both exist to love you.
and it hurts, terribly so, that you have chosen her
over me
over us and the memories
and the life we have shared—
of the moments when you saw me at my worst
and brought me to my best,
of the times when your words were biting
and i reeled you back in—
but maybe this is how it ends.
this is how it ends.
— waltz
mother,
am i selfish for being afraid
and angry
at the prospect of him loving another
once i am gone?
she said,
he will rather slice his own neck
than love someone not you.
i preen at her reply.
— am i like peleus?