The Lovers' Dance

The Lovers' Dance

I feel weightless,
Despite the full grown man,
Pressing his body against my own.
His skin is wet and delightfully
Salty as I kiss the indent of his neck,
Pulling him closer, deeper,
Feeling his heart race upon my chest.

We are dancers, moving gracefully
To the beat of each other’s heart,
We twist and glide with the rhythmic pounding
Only breaking the silence to let
A moan of ecstasy escape our chapped lips.

The beat only gets faster,
As we hold each other tighter,
Shaking and shuddering,
A mess of convulsions in each other’s arms,
Your warmth makes me weightless,
Your scent makes me smile,
And the movement of our bodies in unison,
Makes me scream.
This is love.

The Architecture of Friendship

I'm not going to explain this poem, just take it as you will. Just keep in mind it IS about a FRIENDSHIP, not a love relationship of any kind. Just losing a best friend. I don't know if it fully sums up how much it hurt...but...its a start.

The Architecture of Friendship

Define forever.
Continuous, ever-lasting?
Like the black ink injected
Into the cold bare flesh of
My right foot.
Permanent.
Unlike the friendship we built
Out of crumbling bricks,
Masonry of blind men who build
Stone walls of broken, empty promises.

The distance was torturous.
Unable to deny how eagerly you
Relied on me as your solid foundation.
I began to disintegrate,
No longer holding you up, or guiding your frame.
Repair was not an option,
The cracks were only worsening.
Sharp debris slicing through my stomach
As this happy home collapsed.

No goodbye, no explanation,
You picked up your pieces with ease,
Wood splinters, a mess of glass from broken windows,
And with little effort you discovered a stronger foundation.
She held you taller than I ever could
And molded you into picture perfection.
While I remained as concrete dust,
Abandoned.