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MsAmendable Apr 30
Deep into the dark and dreamless night I lay
Cradling that which is not half as precious by day

Subtle and sweet on my heart like a balm
As I cradle this hope like an egg in my palms 

And should the day rise before the shell breaks
I'll tend to it gently and soothe those old aches

And all through that daylight which burns through the frost
I hold to a promise from the lips of the lost

From morning to evenings, from sunshine to sleep 
As day slowly gentles its way to the deep 

And back in the dark, alone as I lay 
To hold that sweet dream  
Till the light of the day
MsAmendable Mar 31
Let the line between my lips and your flesh become holy ground, so that I may worship upon it
Let me learn to love you
In a hundred little secret ways
Following the touch of your breath on my skin like a dance
Let me pass my hands through the wall of your chest to hold your heart into the light
Let me enter the dark cavern of your body
To shine on your every inner part
And pad the scrape of your bones with meat
MsAmendable Mar 16
Moonlight wipes her gracious hand across my faces
She names me one of her own
And in the darkest secret places
I let myselves be known
MsAmendable Mar 16
Let the darkness lay her softest kisses
Upon your brow, my love
Many things your soft heart misses
Be eased by dawn above
MsAmendable Mar 16
Goodbye my lover,
My sweetheart, my friend
If that's how we started I know how we end
It's been a long day, short month. Whole year
Walking the line between joy and fear
MsAmendable Jan 17
It visited again,
In the way these things often do
Deep Into the quiet of night
.
This night wasn't a lonely one,
Unusual time for such a visitor -
He came as I was cleaning
Knocking at the doors of old keepsakes,
"Remember?" He said, breath on my cheek
Do you remember me?
I pause, watching the pattern of him tracing through every object
The way his wind blew my leaves Into drifts
The way my water dappled his sandy face
The patterns of these things remain
Muscles with memories I never knew
.
The mirror shows me what he might've seen,
Red eyed and pathetic,
Last hope and broken promise
I think he's thinking of me now,
But I don't think he loves me anymore
MsAmendable Jan 15
Taking all of my hunger
In the palm of my hand
I carry it with me
From the sea to the sand
.
I curl every finger
To a fist in my gut
Feeding it anger and
Sadness and glut
.
The more that I fed her
The more Hunger grew
Seeking and wanting
Far more than I knew
.
The bigger she got
The more her bite stung
Until all left of me
Was teeth, blood and tongue
.
And all that I ate
Turned right to dust
I desired no food
But wanted to lust
.
I wanted to crave
I sought to suffer
Because that state was easy
But living was rougher
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