Disappearing

I feel my body getting smaller

inch by inch my stomach recedes

away from dining tables and dinner plates

away away away

from food and water and vitamins

and sustenance.

These tangible torturous things

disgust me

but keep me alive

& force me into

this life.

Starvation —

the sweetest relinquished relief

of life.

Wildflowers

Wildflowers penetrate the porous dirt

Mingling with the grasses

Unafraid to assert their presence in the fields. Wildflowers dance freely,

spreading seeds through the air

Along the music of the wind.

Wildflowers; bright yellow, purple lilac

A great contrast to the uniformity of grass.

Wildflowers rise wild, brave, and free. Alive.

A Conversation with my Bus Driver

“You’re going the wrong way!”

“The school’s that way!”

 

I trod away from university

A universe lies between me and the others. 

Boiling intensity

resonates in my mind

resonates in my bones

resonates in my soul.

 

“Am I good enough?”

 

More questions than answers flood my mind

But I doubt you have the time to answer.

You pander before the quickest release

Of the pedal that rests beneath your feet.

The bus’ engine roars, your voice quiets

My time to talk has ceased.

 

 

 

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Who is Love?

I’ve had many lovers,

I’ve made love many times,

but my love was found in the reflection of me in;

your eyes

your soul

your way.

Fingers grip flesh so deep it pierces the skin,

hurting you, strengthening me,

we continue in this ritual of emotions,

too strong to be expressed physically,

into the moment before the release,

when two souls become one entity,

and leave bare bodies on exposed sheets.

Lucid dreaming as you thrust your energy into me,

Tangible pain yields tantric bliss.

 

You are love.