Merely-Mere

I've got to find a way To live lovingly Inside my body. If I don’t Then I won’t Find room to grow. I’ll shrink, I’ll wrinkle, I’ll turn fickle. All attempts for a life of love Inside my body Will have evaporated. No number can replace it. No vision can replicate it. Acceptance and comfort They are my speech. They are what I want to reach.

I want to kiss you Then tell you You’re too far fetched For me I want to mellow Your demons As they leave Your lips Tell them To break bread With me In between my hips I’d like to Wine and dine them Before attempting Peace Watch them Stop and squirm Then all together Cease

I touched him lightly just as I was about to sleep. He murmured an “I love you.” My being resonates within his deep slumber. I am his REM sleep.

She never looked more in love then when she wasn't. No one knew what to think of her Let alone what to say. She left them waving goodbye. She was on her way.

She’s rotten bones On tip toes. Her loose lips Sink ships And her secrets Don’t make friends. An eye sore On the floor. She’s on her knees Screaming “please, I am here Without any fear.” Calm her eyes And take in her size. Her words jumble Though she is humble She claims, “I’m not his” But she is. She is.

I imagined embers burning brightly inside your rib cage. And all at once I felt a crush of yearning that dissipated into rage. I soaked my anticipation in alcohol. I waited on your trips to break my fall. By then I was hell bent and over it. Instead now I laugh and revel in it. Sure, shock, smirk; you’re a pattern without a cause. Bait, batter, boss; you’re a noise without a pause. I’m gray enough to smolder while drifting in your membranes. You’re bright enough to claim my traits make me insane.

I see shapes Where there were once holes I see nudes Within my skin without sores I resist the urge A trade I took up to pass the turn I should speak Instead I hide to feel the burn I have layers That don’t candy coat much I have issues That cannot be touched I live life With little to do but thrive I tell lies How else could I survive

The things I write, The words you say Are considered troubling. They both cause dismay. The words I don’t say Are the things I write. Your verbal vomit is potent But I've got more fight.

Gardenias in the rain How they flourish through the pain Holding sanctuary to feed Soaking up what they need Their scent is a stain So hard to attain They thrive through weeds Reaching up to be freed

You could say such powerful things when they were lies But now when it’s time to speak truths you can’t spit a lick of honesty? Where did the times of lonely nights And spatial reasoning go? Were they fleeing through that melancholy hole in your head Or were they just too tangible for you to fake for real? Dance among your lies While I purge myself of ever thinking you were something other than nothing. As far as I’m concerned You fit between the dimensions of space And a really fucked up place.