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What he does not know about me could fill a library of books. He just thinks I’m one of those lost souls that was never understood. He’s right but there is so much more he can’t know. That what he feels for me won’t let him see. Like how I am sitting here in this…
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I often reminisce on when you would not take no for an answerthe brutality of being wanted that muchand how that desirewhich said you will not deny mestarted the fire that burned on the pyre time and distance had built for usfeeding the flameseach time you spread me open and pushed apart my reluctance or…
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myself. when we are herelike thisall skin and heart and sexI feel more like myselfthan I ever do otherwiselike belonging has settled down in the seat beside melike purpose and the person I want and try to behave finally arrivedand will not be tempted to leaveshe asks for a home hereshe wants to belong to…
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I am no Godbut when you feel lostwhen you know notwhat to believeI will gladly beyour place of worship the blood& the bones
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the game. it’s amusing to mehow you know I’ll do itand so do Ibut we play this gamewhere I say nothen your voice fills with stern demandand you hands turn into weaponsI wish it wasn’t sothat maybe sometimes the give in mewould arrivewithout such force or ultimatumbut my Godit is so much more deliciouswhen you…
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I know he is with us now and now two has become three. But when it was just you and I, we were still a family to me. We were unmade beds And toys always in the tub We were rainy puddles on the slanted porch A yard full of weeds I never had time…
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I know I push. Like a battering ram hungry for space, for distance and for the burden of being something to yet another someone else to be lifted. But I don’t want it. Not really. What I really want is a little bit of easy silence. For a body to bear the weight, without being…
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I do want to be handled with careat timesbut please Godnever like a flowersmokeor tenuous glassthings that easily breakinstead I beseech youto see my true shapeto know the dangerin the way I was madeand handle me insteadas if I were a blade the blood& the bones
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Let man be brought the edges. For you cannot know what you were made to do without them. I pray every man finds the edges of his will, his strength, his mental capacity, his physical ability. And then I pray that he falls in. I pray for this simply in the name of his rising.…
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unruly. somedayI prayI will call a place like this homefor my bodyand so much morefor my wandering soulwhere beauty is not tied to some inconsequential thingand words and time are not wastedinstead they are spoken and spentwith depthwith weightwith purposesomewheremy hands and feet can reach intothe willing earthand where every river holds healing when I…
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The Blood & The Bones 