you come to bed at midnight in pieces
many colours on your vitreous skin move
you might be made of glass in this light
Mookaite skin colours move and change
you caress me as we become colours
Category: love
No Answers
Your head is low; you sit and wait. The clock ticks loudly. Even in death, there is no escape from the time.
The smell of anti-bacterial solution numbs the senses and leaves a sense of sadness in your thoughts.
You are sitting and waiting with such intensity; the flatlining beeps and the screams of urgency jolt you. Your head turns towards the sky, only the ceiling.
Anguish grips your chest. There is a knowing that this is the end; numb feelings and recollections of little things about the face you love.
You wait for answers, which never come. Time passes, and fatigue sets into your bones. A person arrives, trepidation increases, and you know your world is shattering: a knowing of sadness.
A person says, “Come with me…“.
The silence, as you look down. Ghosts wait in the wings for sadness to come so they can feed and devour on the stench of heartbreak.
One look and you know he is not there, yet his body remains on the bed. The sheets are white, his flesh is cold, and you know death has come to the love of your life.
Your world softens as a kind hand touches your skin.
Even now, you feel love and know you will get through this. You know this, yet what of your love?
Thoughts of You
Madness sweeps through,
yet you always make someone cling to you.
Love pushes right through;
sometimes I wonder why I came to love you.
Dark days pushed through.
Two Ghosts
You sit at that mahogany desk you love
diligently researching paranormal things.
You look for an answer to what isn’t clear;
sadness is cruel to your burning heart.
You miss me; I know this very, very well,
I miss you and hold on in this place still.
You held me in the last moments of life,
I remember all your words and actions.
You feel my touch, but I do alarm you so
I whisper in your ear, “Be my lungs, love.”
You look pained and move so violently
I cannot catch you as you fall from me.
You left those papers to be with me today
I’m sorry, yet it had to be this way, my love.
You see me now, but there is much horror;
I felt that way too, yet this horror will pass
you say, “It was always you here close.”
I say with conviction, “Yes. Always close.”
You look at me, and I look at you, and we see
we see the love we have for each other.
Unspoken Words
Breathe moving in front of you as you listen to 3 am darkness.
Fingers move the holy places only two people know well.
Bodies touch throughout a thousand fever nights.
Feet and hands become alive as they curl, twirl, and shudder.
Beating hearts tell all of those secrets hidden from plain sight.
Feeling conflicting emotions as we lay unspoken words to rest.
Into the Fire
a silent glance
we meet
a slight smile
you fidget
a soft red flush
I stir awhile
a sharp longing
eyes meet
as
we both
fall into
the fire
of love
The Red Flower
You are far from me
Yet you are so close to me
Your hand touches me
Yet you are continents away
I saw you that day we connected
I was inside your head
Your alarm was mine
Yet you embraced our special gift
I know your thoughts, and you mine
It was the fates playing
You’re with me until the Fates know
Yet I love you being here
I touch you with my lips to your heart
It turned our spirits alight
You showed me the red flower
Yet you never said a word
I vowed to meet you in a week
It was the happiest words
You agreed to meet me in a week
Your happiness ripples
I cannot speak
It is done
From Dragons
The burning embers of our love blow along the wind to run up and down our skin. We came from a place only the Dragons knew, yet it was a place of passionate fire.
We had it all until you tore a hole through my heart, and I smashed our love into shards of crystal.
We stand in the silent darkness waiting for the earthquake to crush what is left of our love and return it all to the dirt ash.
My chest aches and yours broke;
still, I wish we hadn’t fucked it all into pieces.
Two Humans
Your chest hurts after the two of you fight, and you feel wretched at the hurt he anchors to the shore again.
You want to be understood, but the way you say your words and your overthinking mind get in the way betraying who you are.
You’re hurting so intensely that your chest aches, your blood boils, and you feel the weight of it all.
His anchor won’t remain in the sea for very long, so don’t throw yourself into the deep waters of emotion;
there’s no need to lose yourself.
It’s only another fight.
You are both humans.
Soon you’ll both return
to your journey on
the sea of your lives.
Love and Light
your beautiful fluidity
flowing through us
from below
light
from above
love
our love
and
our light
C & K 