Monday, December 16, 2013

Truth and Consequence

I've toyed with the notion of tearing a page from this place.
A gift of paper folded into paper.

I would sit cross-legged, facing him, and slide it over the (sometimes preposterous distance of) wrinkled bedsheets between my knees and his fingers.

A piece of me.

He would lift it up and carefully unwrap it, meeting my eyes for a moment before looking down to find that he is holding my insides between thumb and forefinger.

I imagine his furrowed brow trying to translate.. to make sense of the context for a time much longer than required to read it through.
Did you write this? he might think aloud.
Is it true? because he won't remember.

And what do you suppose he would do with the tiny story I gave to him?
Would he find value? Or indifference?
Would he find me there? Or just strung out words?
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No one knows about this sanctuary of mine. Not Jack. Not Laila. Not my little sister (who might be too wrapped up in her own life to read for the sake of being a part of mine, but who should one day stumble into this darkness because we are two old souls lost in time).

I could delete that last paragraph. That would tidy it up -- a little nip/tuck into something simple, something more complimentary of the Christmas packaging.

I might die forever in the sins of such omission. 
Would you?
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Sunday, December 8, 2013

brittle

You are the most incredible woman I've ever met. 

Those eyes, dramatically painted in the color of royalty with lashes for days,
a pale shoulder slipping through an oversized neckline -

She will pull you in
and lift you up
  up
                p
          u  
   
and the world falls away
because you are the only person that matters

Mon amour...

You might become addicted to that rolling high
of everything she embodies
for you -
a challenge and a novelty, adventure and good fortune-
undeniably there is no one like her in the world -

yet suspicious
of all who came before and after 

presently
you may find yourself
passionately compelled 
to snatch her down and smash her up
claiming a piece for yourself
before she gets to thinking
she's got it all

with
or
without
you