Now

His hands

the softest

they take mine

here we are

now

what was

is not

what is

is everything

his hands

hold mine

two hearts

finding something

this is it

this is all

no more

no one else

breathe

I am happy

 


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Dreams of You

I woke up from a dream of a life with you,

Your gentle hands held my heart,

And my fears fell away with each velvet kiss,

No fairy tale could compare to this truth,

I kissed your back and smiled as you turned to me,

Every morning we bring my dream life,

And nothing can ever take that away

(Draft)

Perfect Wreck

I was lost

as the living dead

all the pain I hid

I’d turned into myself

each day alone

the sickness grew

but I found you

you found me

 

You were you

a darling perfect wreck

I didn’t see it till

just as we kissed

your heart was broken

but I held you close

until it pieced together

making you whole

 

(Draft)

I’m Sorry that I Loved You

We didn’t know how sick we were

living on foundations of rotting wood

Lost children growing into the skin of adults

we kept up appearances with smiles fooling no one

A shadow hand lingers still on my cheek

and the darkness tastes like your ghost

We couldn’t see how twisted we had become

our love poisoned the water we drank

One day I lost the boy, and you lost the girl

and our hands pressed to our ears

They screamed the truth at us

but the harder we ran the deeper we crawled into our graves

With blackened finger nails and red raw cheeks

I carved into our headstone, ‘I’m sorry that I loved you.’

Sail

Sometimes I start to talk and trip

over my words and return for another attempt

but they slip away and I just laugh

it’s nothing important anyway

next time I’ll find them, the words

I’ll say what I mean and mean exactly what I say

and they’ll hear me and understand

no, the same thing happens again

I start to tell them what’s on my mind

but I lose a word and stumble

my heart stammers and I panic

picking up any words I can to fill the silence

never finding the ones I meant to say

if I could just step aboard a tiny sailboat

surrender to the tide and the winds

wander over the oceans in purposeful quiet

the water has no need for conversation

the waves hold no judgement of lost words

this is where I take my mind

when words fail me and fall about the ground

far beyond the land where there is peace

where the waves crash like cats purring

giving me the strength to turn back

for the land might be treacherous

and the people there unforgiving

but it is home, far from this sail boat

and one day the words will find me there.

 


Daily Prompt from The Daily Post: Sail