HE SAID SHE SAID

Where are you now That the ink smeared Itself across the page Blurring black and white Hiding motivations Condemning intentions Dividing all endeavors For dignity and respect Where are you now That the exposure Has us frostbitten Naked and scarred Everything given up Bared and sacrificed Once again Once again Once again And no more…

COLLIDING

I close my eyes And I can see Landscapes That collide Then break free Just to bounce Again together Over and over Happy to feel The collision Each time more Anticipated Each time more Satisfying Each time more All there is

THE WAY LOVE FEELS

I’ve written A thousand Beautiful words Played inside Wordy poems Teasing Hundreds Of lines Of prose From my soul Crying out A thousand Verses worth Of joyful tears Only to be Left erasing Every letter Ever written Because No matter How I line Them up Or how each Character Is arranged No matter The rhythm…

NO GHOSTS

If the ghosts hadn’t fallen Before we’d met Would they have taken us Further from ourselves? Had they not been slain Would we find ourselves Crushed and broken Beneath invisible claims? Would we have found The truth of who we are Had we not sliced them Gut to throat with honesty And accountability? I think…

LIVING LIGHT

  You are a clear and constant flickering of light Inside a galaxy made up of a billion other stars Yet you speak louder and shine much brighter Than all the suns that fight this celestial crowd I can feel your warmth penetrate the expanse Through celestial blizzards of cold darkness Just to be in…

PAVED ROADS

Every part of me yearns to feel Breath laced with brazen fire Eyes like piercing swords of steel Staking claim to my every desire Danger lights ahead flash red As I give away my eager kisses Tight curves wind unrestricted Touching all abandoned senses Heated hands find their calling Resurrecting my damaged heart All caution…

YOU – by S.L. Allen

YOU I wish that I were an artist, then I could create with more than just words, a portrait of you. I would use blues and golds and rose hues. I would blend soft brown, amber and gold to make the color of your eyes come alive. I would then take the color of honey,…

MESSY SHEETS

This would describe my favorite rainy afternoon.  Being able to awaken to the person you love each morning…hearing the soft rain, turn to thunder outside as well as inside.         Tangled up in Messy sheets Clothes ripped Shredded and torn Lying scattered On the floor Wild passions Breaking silence Give me what I need Let’s leave…

EVEN AFTER ALL THIS TIME

My Relationships Are Hard guest today is That Shameless Hussy. I waited far too long to post this story.  I remember reading it and not being able to shake the romance of it.  The idea two hearts can be so deeply connected and yet so wrong AND right for each other leaves me dizzy with…