Torrent

For the first time in years
I want to write
Not in parts
Not in bits
Not in rhymes
But in lines

I started out on something
That just wouldn't stop
The words just keep coming
Stirring
Torrential emotions
Boiling

How do I start
Could I make it stop
Apprehensive on the first key
My fingers have betrayed me
Quivering
Afraid
Consumed by these feelings

Will they make sense
Would they just be pretend
A show, a silly side game
Upon my heart, my dirty name
Threatening
Deliciously insane

To say that I can't help it
Is true and untrue
To start is uncertain bloom
But to stop is to choke, doomed
Pretending
That I wasn't alreay shaking

Skipping Beats

Smitten
A kitten
Not a good boy
But a heart turned

Touched
Sparked
Not a mark
But a sigh melted

Dreaming
Smiling
Not yet awake
But slowly gasping

Feel these
Beats missed
Not yet ready
But already resisting

Taken
Shaken
Not a kiss
But never forgotten

A touch
So much
Stories and secrets
Erupt in our clutch

Hands

My hands on heart
Promises made
A prized restraint
Forgeit wishes, hopes paid

Your hands on heart
Eyes opened, bright
Careful lips curved
Whispers, a dream already in flight

My hands, your heart
Reluctant, a quiet fear
The shaky ghost of doubt
As your magic becomes clear

Your hands on my heart
Warm against the scars
Claim over untold secrets
Quiet panic black on scarlet stars

Better Than Sorry

From the sky
Why can't these drops
Replace my tears

Closed my eyes
How could he still
See through my fears

Cross the line
Why won't he just
Take it all from me

Instead of smile
His devilish way
To say he's sorry

Can't he tell
That I can't ever
Bring myself
To wish away
These dreams?

So if I could go
On that last drive
Out of my head

Wishing he'd save me
That the show would stop
And turn the page

I'm going
I'm going out
To let go of this story

My empty hands
Your empty smile
Is all better than sorry

Words

Words
How they tickle
And how they hurt

Your words
So right and logical
Can also be so curt

Words
Make a people family
Or separate them from us

A sound
From lips carelessly
Could empty vaults of trust

Words
What they mask
Or show, too easily betray

A truth
Inconvenient, tired
Yet determined to stay

Your words
They came so quickly
Fired from paternity

Closed
Quietly the doors
That we reopen eventually