Letters of Love

When the musique swells
And the bassline is awaited
The movers tumble in unison
To the heartbeat of one child
Blasted over the best amps money can buy
This heart is not ordinary – it has a murmur
We must listen carefully to this murmur
With every off beat someone, somewhere 
Receives a prophecy
What does yours say?

Heartbeat Prophecy

The Unbreakable & The Broken

The blue lit sky fell to a purple haze, 
the warmth of which reflected in your eyes.
I observe with quiet captivation, 
the rise and fall of your chest 
as you puzzle over puzzles I do not know.
To watch you think is to love you – 
and that I do – 
every chance I see.
Should our love fail to the pitfalls of misplaced anger, 
unrelenting jealousy, 
or what other demons lurk in our shadowy midst, 
it would be a minuscule tragedy of history, 
but a crater in the biography of my heart.
You have as much of me as you choose to keep.
Don’t let my heart win second place to your towering ego, 
For the moon of my heart can live with craters, 
But yours, 
I’m afraid,
Cannot.

What led me to believe 
That I was special?
I am nothing, but a 
Growling,
Empty,
Belly of burden,
Nagging pulls of fruitless complaints.

Am I not flawed?
From where did the white horse between my legs sprout?
Life delivers what is deserved,
I suppose I should take a hint.
But I can’t seem to shake,
My ridiculous obsession with love. 

What Love Owes

Lion Tamer

Tame my wild heart,
Bring me to my knees, 
Show the gentle strength behind your hand,
And use me as you please.

Captivate my wild heart, 
Use your sharp keen wit,
Dance your words from thought to thought, 
So my dreams may never sit.

Elevate my wild soul, 
Bring me to true calm,
Let existential thought be of the past, 
When my futures in your palm.

As strangers come, and lovers go,
Don’t leave my soul the same,
Leave a tattoo – brand – upon my heart, 
Bearing your mind and name.

I nag, and nag, and nag,
And negate the complaints,
What is the use,
If the truth, will not be told
To many questions
And yet I question, 
and question
On a quest from reliable consistency
To perpetual doubt
About?
Reliable consistency
Of course, what’s worse!
The irony,
My iron knee, feels the change in weather
Whether I’m ready
Or more likely not
I’m red, 
In the face,
Wont face, my encroaching demons,
Gee man, help me
I’ve fallen and I cannot get up

Nag, Nag, Nag

Lonely & Lovely

The girl with one thousand second chances to give,
Is left disappointed at home.

The questions boil down to,
For her, and heirs like her,
Does she believe?

Does she believe in true love?
Does she hold true unwavering loyalty?
Does she stand by the ideals of committed happiness?

Or does she somehow deserve the treatment she receives?
They say people will treat her how she lets them,
Cynical.

Are people love-grubbing selfishists?
Must she stand against someone’s actions to get what she deserves?
Draw her line in the sand and say, “I will accept no more hurt and anger and distrust than this.”
What a world.

But all the songs and films,
The poems and odes,
They cannot all be fiction.

So she believes it exists,
All of it.
But maybe it is not meant for her. 

I do not like
When he calls other women
Sluts
Or whores

Not as a part of a feminist agenda
Or adoration 
For my fellow woman
But because it indicates his inherent
Acknowledgement
Of her sexuality.

Recognizing her as a sexual being

I’d rather him see other women 
As plotted plants
Or
Any other inanimate object 
With no sexual force

Jealous Woman

Fear Unknown

The betrayed heart weeps,
While the betrayed mind wanders,
Not unto places it wants to go.
Like a child pleading in silent futility against the safety belt of a carnival ride
Suffocated by fear – fear of what more’s unknown.

Would the mind want to know? 
If it could. 

Choosing not to know, a form of knowledge in itself;
A primal knowledge that there is something there to be known,
A place from which we cannot recover.

Do I love you more than truth?
Than honesty?
Than trust?
My wandering mind says maybe,
But my weeping heart screams yes.