Virgo

Roots thick as blood

Tied to the vows of the womb we shared

A woman’s bond coiled in cold intentions.

Suffocate a moon-time flow of a new direction.

Heartbeat in the background Tells us of the time we do not have.

Regressed by a memory. 

Drowned by a dream.

Is my psyche playing tricks on me? 

Blood and memory  – 

The foundation of the altercation.

You. My legacy’s contention. 

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Wild Wind

You are the leaves 

of a tree that

have
fallen
for
me.

And I am the wind –
I take   pieces of
                                 you
                        with me
                                 wherever         I             go.

The Key

I heard your key press into the lock. It seemed a lifetime as the metal scaled and scraped the walls of the labyrinth for the end. A twist in the right direction and the cold clunk of the bolt as it breathed its release. Chills creep up my skin as you maneuver and manipulate our rugged old handle; too kinked from the cold this time of year. Chills. Wind sweeps in through the break of two worlds. My stare seems to lift you as my eyes drift from your soles to your soul. You smell the stiffness in the air and run to hold me. Do not leave, your body aches as it squeezes mine. Do not run away. But I stare at the key, stuck, but still swinging on the open door.

Whole

Dexterous, dirty hands of color and class: lead me in dangerous directions.

Thin eyes: widen by me and the inhalation of side-street dreams. 

Thick body: release the masochist of memories that once chiseled your frame and allow me to pulsate new perspectives. 

Pieces of you enter through pieces of me and slip on a new dream.