I- my words

An offering

Poured over my tongue

Dripping, past opulent lips

Evocative of the future

Incessant possibilities

Love announced-

An invitation

Palms opened, beckoning

Alluring,

Flesh and bone,

Teeth against skin

Hesitance

You, psithurism

Eutonious denouement

Hooded eyelids,

Lashes against a flushed cheek

Mellifluous,

Fingertips brushing lips

A plethora of unspoken promises

Conveyed through three words

Evil is

subjective

but, to me,

hollow girl,

i met Evil when i was thirteen

Evil had a name

i worked with him

befriended him,

Evil was pale and docile

harmless

i remember his crooked gaze

his knobby wrists,

Evil had cold fingers-

but i don’t remember

the taste of his lips

i left my innocence on Evil’s bed years ago,

i haven’t seen him since,

but Evil has an aftertaste-

orange juice and vodka.

I can’t drink it anymore,

when i do, Evil’s face is etched into my eyelids.

His voice is crisp,

A deep throaty rumble

Echoed through a glacial cavern

It nips at your ears

/close your eyes/

Feel the chill run down your spine

The icy puppeteer sighs against your neck

Tongue wraps around wrists,

Your body bends and sways

At his wintry mercy

When his cold lips touch yours

/melt/

His eyes are fervent,

When you see them for the first time

It is a wave of warmth

You are asleep under a weeping willow

And the sunlight dapples through

It washes over your body

His eyes hold yours, draw you in

For a moment every sound fades

Into the creek nestled amongst the juniper

It's all a distant blurry buzz

He is the spring

You, doting

Lashes flutter--

/fleeting/

His touch is electric,

Skin blisters under his fingertips

As if reaching for more,

Aching to be felt

You arch, drawn to the heat

Like a moth to a flame-

Searing, skin against skin

Sweat and steam,

It is sticky and messy and /hot/

You have been parched

After one touch, he leaves you feverish

Cheeks red,

/blazing/

His laugh is decadent,

A delicious amber breeze

You put your feet up, mug of hot tea

And lean into him

You can /hear/ his smile

Its brisk breeze-

Even leaves blush,

Their mouths curling up

At the sight of it

The trees, deciduous-

When it rains, the moonlight trickling down

Everything dims, but his grin glows

The life around him

/cascades/

Fire- raging,

heat emanating from smoky eyes.

tendrils of orange around

chalky face,

acrid words spat from fiery tongue.

boxed in, and suffocated

limp curls plastered to pallid cheeks

embers, gone cold

soot-smeared brow and blank stare

Ashes- gone.

Your laughter

Is liquid honey 

It's sunshine 

On a rainy day 

I miss you 

On days where 

The air is cold but still 

the sun warms your skin

I think if you when 

The concrete 

leaves me dancing 

Asphalt boy, 

You're warm toes nestled deep

Into damp sand 

You're the season 

Everyone anticipates 

Even me- I'm waiting 

For your day to shine 

You are warmth- heat

You're pink noses and 

Flushed foreheads 

Fingers outstretched-

You leave kisses in the form 

Of light spotted freckles 

On my snowy skin 

I- am winter

And you make me melt. 

My life is a rapid heartbeat 

As out of control as my 

Anxiety ridden pulse 

But you, poem boy

You are a concrete permanent 

Trust doesn't come easy

To girls with tired eyes and

Hollow hips but

You are the hands that reached down

And lifted this wounded bird 

You whisper me strings of words

That make my eyelids heavy

I like to count your smiles

And trace your voice because

It keeps me held down 

You're a hero 

You stand tall and strong but even so 

I am not blind-- I see the boy that hides behind 

Pretty words and hearty laughs 

And I love you for it

I love flaws and imperfections 

And 

When you say that's all you are

Sometimes I think it's on purpose 

I was born into nature-- blush-faced cedar

from young hands, strong and sure

I did not yet know uniform,

only chaos, only overgrowth-

fierce foliage and bounties of evergreen.

Under his wing, I learned order.

For years I stood tall, just like he wanted.

My board-straight posture was one of pride.

He visited often, my father.

You learn a lot about someone

by the way they depend on those around them,

and for a long time,

I was the only thing around him.

We’d spend days and nights alone,

he’d work things out of wood

and sip moonshine out of a flask

while I’d watch it drip down the trees.

That was a long time ago.

His once steady hands splintered,

aged into fragile pine needles.

He withered, and crumbled

and with him, the meadows lost their life

and the sky was barren

Spring came years later

when his children,

and his children’s children sprouted up

in the place he once rested his roots

though I was old, and my bones had

sun-bleached over the years.

they’d follow that old trail

trampled by that man

and sit upon my lap, let me tell them stories

with every creak of my frame

of all the things their grandfather built

look at me, I’d say,

father created me long ago

from a tree not far from here

and I’m still standing tall-

-so are you.

Remember when you fall asleep

in the beds he built

with the blankets he wove

to thank him-

make him proud

Stand tall, it’s what he always did

It’s what he would have wanted.

My Darling, Donald.

Okay scratch that-

let’s not be too formal (lord knows you don’t know how to be anyway)

and I’ll just out with what I’m trying to say.

Being with you was so exciting in the beginning,

Your passion was such a rush, you were so different. So- above it all. I always thought you had just been misunderstood.

Looking back, I’ve realized that in all reality you were as hard to swallow as “Trump Steaks”

These last few months have been great, but I didn’t really think this was actually serious, and I think we can forget about tomorrow

I remember the day we met. I should have realized then you were playing me. When you told me ‘an extremely credible source’ -who I still haven’t met by the way- called you and told you my man wasn’t loyal. That he was lying to me about his birth certificate. Man you played me for a fool.

The next time I heard from you, it had been so long since that first little incident that you were basically irrelevant. But I heard you out when you told me that I just needed someone to blame for my problems.

Baby, I know you were hurt, but i’m not like you. I don’t need to build walls around my heart. You were like a frightened, hairless puppy.

So I gave you a chance. It was charming in a sad way. But then you were picking on handicapped Journalists and calling women ugly fat pigs, undermining war heroes who got caught (in the meantime you’re getting caught up in your lies) I had to hear through the grapevine about your little Trump University scandal, all the while you’re calling my neighbors down the road rapists and Ben Carson a child molester, I can’t be seen in public with you anymore. and don’t even get me started about the other day. Ain’t no one pledging allegiance to anyone in MY house but ME.

I’m not shallow, so don’t think this is because of your small hands. We just like different things. I like freedom and the pursuit of happiness, and you like the KKK and uneducated people. Unlike you, I like Megan Kelly and am not concerned with what comes out of her eyes or wherever. I take pride in how the world views me. I know it DOES matter what people think of you even IF you’ve got a young and beautiful piece of ass.

But look at the bright side, you won’t be lonely, what with you taking out terrorists’ families and dating your daughter.

And hey, I agree. I do need to focus on being great again. But with you in the picture, that isn’t happening.

Sincerely,

America.

P.S. I really think you should see someone about that growth on your head.

That boys like a mountain 

One you hike up alone

Looking for quiet

But instead you find 

A cacophony of waterfalls-

And winter-wren calls

That only sounds right when 

You're resting in the undergrowth 

Eyes half closed, 

And the sky fading 

Into watercolour reds 

That boys like a mountain 

Tall, strong, stoic-

It's Concrete permanence 

The type you need when everything else

Is so easily washed away 

By the creek you dip your feet in 

You never feel safer 

Than being nestled in its valley

You're never cold 

It bears the wind for you 

That boys like a mountain 

With each beat of your earthquake heart 

It's slowly eroded down 

Until everything is carried downstream 

and you're left feeling as empty 

As the blue-grey horizon 

And suddenly there's too much sky 

Each time a bird sings

It sounds off key 

The absence of a mountain 

Will never go unnoticed