#spilled thoughts
Grabby grasping
Gotcha gasping shared
Air, heavy breathing in time
Sweat beading on brows raised
Gazing down on one kneeling
Aquiver in quiet anticipation
Hands snaking their winding way
Lips clamoring for a climactic taste
Savoring like they have starved
Until this delicious moment
Deep dish best served
Steaming hot
Shaken and stirred and
Slammed on the rocks
Diligent derring-doer
Don’t stop
Let’s connect
Feel the raw appeal
The ravage-me zeal
From me to you and
Back again–traversing
Curvature, taking soft turns
Follow the plunge
Plunder what wonders await
Excavate until unearthing
Steamy quaking caves
Everything else falls away
When concentrating on pleasures
Rapturous treasures that lay
On display for dreamy driven
Desire-riven
Lovers to claim
Game Night
Play with me
In ways only you know how
Tickle my fancies first delicately
Then in ever upping urgency
Stretched out before you
Twister for two
Stripping off layers each turn
Connect the dots; search out
And push every erogenous zone
Won’t pass go until you
Say so…x’s and o’s
Three (or more) in a row
You make me lose count
The amount and vehemence
Mount as we melt
Into mind-melding bliss
Yes both of us win
When we wager like this
Learning to lean
Into every curve
Embrace the imperfections
Find beauty where I used to see
Only scars and marks
Moles and rolls
Pimples and dimples
Doesn’t mean they’re no more
But makes it easier to be
In this skin and better appreciate
What all this body can do
and again i am abandoned
poem transcript under the cut.
[poem transcript:“If only I had swallowed my hurt
let the razor-sharp edges cut my throat,
let the dark red wine wash the sins away.
Maybe then I wouldn’t be in this corner
begging God for an answer
screaming my throat raw.
Instead I wore it as a medal
shiny and loud for everyone to see.
Unwilling to die quietly,
I held a parade in place of a funeral.
I am the entire procession
and Lucifer the only witness.
What would they think
if they saw me now?
Would they tiptoe around me,
afraid of detonating the bomb
of my being,
or would they avoid me altogether
and laugh as the trumpets blare?
If only I had swallowed my hurt
maybe then they wouldn’t have left.” [/end transcript]
poem transcript under the cut
[transcript: “Did he save you when you promised to walk to Jerusalem for him? Did he clean the blood from your wounds and kiss it better?
Weak hands maintain a strong grip on the steering wheel. You mumble a prayer under your breath. You’re not quite sure what you’re even praying for.
Words are muffled by the loud wind whipping in through the open window. It roars through your ears and everything feels wrong, everything’s too much now.
A little squirrel lies dead in the middle of the road, streaking the pavement with an ugly red color. You try to ignore the feeling of dread curling up in your stomach. Who are you if not his?
You begin to wonder how sturdy a steering wheel is. Could he break it with his bare hands
Just like this? Fingers curled around the wheel, jaw clenched, shoulders tense.
He slams on the brakes and the seat belt digs into your shoulder. Are you the passenger or the little squirrel, a lifeless inconvenience?
Close your eyes and feel the wind whipping at your face. Ignore his outburst and listen to the wind.
Let the wind carry you to Jerusalem,
Let your Mother Nature kiss it better.” [/end transcript]
ACT IV: SPEAK
tiptoeing down the corridor
asking for a sign that his love was real
and as the moonlight floods the room
from the open window,
he thinks he can see the almost-love
that had escaped him a million times.
and when the sun rises again
he’ll be haunted by his mistakes of speaking with his mouth closed
in a quiet room
and mumbling the words
“I love you”
over the audience’s applause.
I tried giving up a lot of times.
But then my eyes kept opening
and my feet continued walking,
not wanting to leave me hanging
without giving life another try.
One more time. Let’s give it another try. // ma.c.a
Sometimes you’ll find comfort in what your mind says, even if it doesn’t fit with the answers that your soul is truly asking for.
I don’t know what you’re capable of // ma.c.a
“I want to wake up to a sunrise that doesn’t mean another day of struggling to survive.” she said. “Am I the only one? Who wants a naturally tranquil and pleasant life?” she said, wondering if anybody thought the same thing. “You know how much I love the sunrise, but lately I’m sleeping too much, but it’s not enough. It seems that I’ve lost sight of how beautiful a new day was.”
Heavier // ma.c.a
You’ve been with yourself from the very start, so if ever you’ll wander away, you can always come back.
I’m a little lost // ma.c.a
when things are not FINE // ma.c.a
“You know, I don’t want to be like this, too. I’m trying, and I know some people haven’t seen me do that. Because sometimes it’s not visible to anyone.” he said. “I wanted to be so in love with life that I will have no more time to overthink about what will come next. I wanted to have a clear mind that there’s no more chance for me to worry about anything.” he almost laughed, then continued, “I mean, who would never want that?”.
I don’t want to tell you, but here // ma.c.a
“And I realized that what I want to end is not my life.” she said. “But what makes me hate living.”
It’s that time of the year // ma.c.a
when things are not FINE / ma.c.a
when things are not FINE // ma.c.a
Chasing your dreams starts with taking one step to move forward—no matter how little it may seem.
You don’t have to run, at the beginning // ma.c.a
It’s not that easy to believe that things will get better, when all you’re feeling in the present tells you that nothing will ever change.
But the world still revolves around—the storms will eventually stop, and the sun will continue to rise over and over—again.
give it a chance // ma.c.a
And if you could find something to admire about someone else, I hope you’ll at least try to do the same thing—to yourself.
why would it be so hard? // ma.c.a
Sometimes it’s going to be suffocating but give yourself some time to breathe. You’re moving according to your own timeline and no one can do it best except for you.
Beautiful things take time // ma.c.a