Saturday, April 21, 2012

open book

i've been flipped through
used for my content,
poorly kept
and left to be picked up
and dropped by the next
what's my story?
where's the story in my heart?
how do i know
that anyone has ever understood
me front to back?
why has no one considered,
treasuring my leafs
protecting my spine
reading me again?
...why has my story
been only momentarily piquing...
only once explored?
where's the story in my heart
and do my pages
reflect my depth?
does my memoir
bespeak my soul
and speak a piece...
my peace?
i never wanted to be
a library's keep...
openly shelved
and passed over...
i never wanted to be
borrowed and returned...
i wanted to be discovered
and cherished,
my beholder
afraid to share me,
but willing to recount my
imprinted confessions
with far off eyes
remembering the adventures
of my tale
i've been left
bare to the exposure of air
aging my words
turning my narrative faded
and shriveled
...but my story was in my heart
plainly penned
to be read
to be loved
to be traversed
with open mind and heart
no matter if my cover is compromised
if my title is smudged
if my bind is broken
and the gild is gone
if i'm never read again
and no one ever remembers my voice story was still written
my story is still here.

Friday, April 20, 2012

i await you

i heart you
i flower you
i cloud you
i space you
i rain you
i cake you
i book you
i lei you
i drizzle you
i butterfly you
i pen you
i write you
i lace you
i drink you
i scent you
i film you
i pour you
i lyric you
i flame you
i mani you
i pedi you
i massage you
i sorbet you
i browse you
i dawn you
i sunrise you
i day you
i sunset you
i night you
i twilight you
i open you
i picture you
i stir you
i house you
i blog you
i fondle you
i poem you
i comb you
i dance you
i shower you
i inhale you
i nap you
i giggle you
i draw you
i fluff you
i dream you
i swim you
i light you
i duvet you
i save you

do i have to say,
that every day
in every way
in every thing
that is beautiful,
been or will be...
you are there?
the one, i will love...
baby, already in progress.
...i await you

in the butterfly net...

i ink...i flow...i pen,
my soul, my words, my zen