It's Zenobia

I fell apart The good way Slow   And   Sweet   Like sugar On low heat Turning   Into something new All over you Remnants left on hands And lips And you all warm cream Steamed   Mixed   Gentle into caramel confection Having felt connections Previously Unknown to me Ones I hope to see Repeatedly Revisited Reanimating Hope in me That I could always Fall apart In arms They promise Safety Along with something Tasty Life, the way It should be Could be That I am Getting accustomed To this falling Delicious Dissolving Coming Apart at my edges At the wake Of your Mouth On my own In the soft Of this bedding I’m getting So that I can’t breathe Without the need For this whetting Of appetites Of breaking into pieces With needs that Feel more than right This tightness This brightness All across my sight Muscles relaxing while asking For more of these nights Of exertion For a life of my heart feeling safe With this person I fall apart so sweetly Knowing you keep me Collec...

I used to write things With smoke Black Sweet Like vanilla beans Seeds sewn Into the delicate corners Of the words So that the fragrance Made your eyes Water And touched The soft places In the back Of your throat An itch That made you swallow hard And ache to satisfy The ghosts My words Fed Your tongue I used to write, Write Words That melted Off my hands Dripping Like hot wax Chaos Of color And texture On bare flesh The bite Of pain Just enough To let you know You were alive You were derived From something sacred In my eyes The way my words Wove You into the tapestry Of a time You always dreamt of And I, I always meant love To exist here In the seconds Where aches lessened In the wake of Oceans breaking waves Against the stretching Sands That dropped from Glass That captured hours I used to write Away the wilt And breathe bloom To flowers Hours Spent simply inking Evenings Into skin With wet tipped quills Quivering At my will And wish I used to Do this Brew this  Mystic Magic From...

I wait patiently For something different to grow From this brittle earth

It’s strange The things That you let yourself believe When you’re empty When you’re simply One Lone Soul Almost anything Can trick you Into feeling whole A moment Is easily deceived By the greed Of want Of haunting need Fresh ache Against your teeth And he seems to be The thing To ease These hungry Gnawing Demons Inside of me Inciting pleas That make flesh flush With heat He smells right Like woods And earth And the wash On the line and I’m Stuck Hanging out to dry Cause I need this I need skin Pressed Life flowers In a book Hard Till my sweet Runs out Till my moisture Is absorbed Against his pages And it’s been ages So he seems To my unbalanced self To be my best Attempt at rekindling These flames Despite the painful Obvious truth He Will never really do He Would never Really make bones weak But in the state I hate to say It’s just so hard to see So I take a moment To go over The merit In acknowledging this truth But when you Starve for taste Almost any Fruit will do And so I Close my...

I want to try something Different Daring Baring Without the boundaries I want to be still In your presence To have you In a brand new way To be known Without The space I want your hands Warm And strong Pressed against me Eyes closed So you know What I feel like Beneath your palms No moving No doing Just slow breaths While you let yourself know The heat of my skin The softness The nearness Of us Just Still As blood fills veins And hearts beat We intimate in our innocent Exploration Of senses I want to try something Different Existing In a moment When we allow Fingertips to slip Our minds into a trance As fingerprints skim skin Enhanced By these sensations Humming All along our edges Let's do something Different Let's let skin feel something Let it take center stage Let it be alive Alert Engaged Let it sing Beneath our hands Let it heat, enraged Let it simmer Slowly down Or tingle with tantalizing chills So that we Gasp against The thrill Let's build something Before we take ...

Perhaps It was an anchor For my sanity A way To keep me safe From the demons That lay dormant Perhaps The end Opened the doors Let the waters Flood My peace And me I was but Bones At the bottom Of an ocean Soaking So long in salt I never could wash clean I always was Something bitter In their mouths My name Drying out their Tongues My smile Broken And lost Like ships My eyes Shining in a way That blocked their view Of a better life Perhaps Its only now That it all makes sense Since the end Has me washed Ashore Naked In my truth Of who I am And always was Perhaps I am The after Of their Enough

I have so many drafts So many  Unfinished paths I am a tailor  With dreams Unable to breathe Stitching bits of fabric From habit But finding no end No products Caught in ellipses Eclipsing My streams Shadow  the  scenes So many beginnings I'm thinking That one  Should just as well be But all of my words Are in stasis In places Inside Of me And my lips  Are aching to speak Fingers aching to bleed All the while Drafts are piled And I've nothing To read So I hold my breath Till the blue  Is no longer My choice And I’m finally free So the truth In my voice Is finally seen In graceful italics Or traced along the places That make it So that I can empty my soul Of the burden Of those Drafts That grasp at The last of my sad Solitary Moments of hope Like they Are gonna be something That finally Makes me  Feel w hole Breathe slow Be so Still That I Can hear My heart Will The life To these words Even if It ends up being The last thing That’ll ever be heard...

Sometimes I think This is the only time I can write When I liken my life To a pulse Beating Breathing Through my veins Heart strained Against my chest Teeth clenched Time ticking inside my mind Sounding in my ears As I hear Nothing And all At once Just the one Sheer Bright Moment Owning The movement Of my hands Making These fingers Dance Life across flesh Ink wet On blank pages As my mind Rages Red And sweet Like grapes before they weep Beneath your feet Though I too Am transformed In the darkness As I melt myself Down It has become a science The compliance Of mind And soul so strung out On those Honest Open Moments Knowing Myself enough To make these words Like love Born from palms And dreams The things eyes see Behind lids Between This And its As though I only know myself When I liken life To seconds Where I steal My own Breath And die And gather what is left And offer it This nectar Of Myself