The Confident Woman

There's a refinement in her
every fluid movement. A reverb
hitting you from behind,
as you actually hear her,
her very being approaching you,
she'd never give you less,
making you wonder if she can
subtract from herself.
There's a reality in her eyes,
that you've never seen
a man like this, but she is
all those archetypes that you hold
dear. She says,
"Can I buy you a drink?"
But you know,
you feel her intentions,
you know that she's already
performed, everyone does.
You'd never be able
to pin down the pain,
the past it takes to create
such a presence, to produce
such purposeful eyes.

What is Love?

I saved
a locket with your hair,
but it doesn't smell the same.
I know
that euphoric sweetness,
but not it's fleeting name.
Today's
perfume is strong, yet still,
it doesn't trickle down my spine.
But I'll
keep looking at your portrait
and thereby bury you in time.

The Struggle

I crave the fruit
that hides within
the thickle bush, protected.
That sweetness hides
behind its thorns, but I
can't be shaken. For I
have learned to enjoy
the blissful burn.
I am hungry
for the thorn,
and the struggle.

Child

When I was a child
holding a dandelion,
I learned the meaning of love.
How is it possible
to hold you
but not keep you?
How can I
admire you
yet keep you whole?
How does this being
grow with me
and not around me?
I want to feel you
within my solid grasp,
but more than that,
I want to love you.

All the Gold Doesn't Glitter

I've been up
all night wondering
if I was supposed to be
flying. I had dreams that I was
all of what you require. It can't be,
that as I get closer to the sun
it fades. And this dream,
once all I ever wanted,
doesn't glitter.

The Price of Forgiveness Is

What is forgiveness?
Well, I know
because it is me.
Forgiveness slowly trickles
out of the tiny corners
of your tired mouth.
It spills itself
onto your chest,
where your breath is
unevenly pumping.
Forgiveness is
what occupies the space
where doubt has died,
filling that void
that once held vileness.
Forgiveness frees
the forgiver,
allowing the forgiven
to reevaluate intent
and research the source.
Forgiveness is just saying,
"I remember
what makes us similar,
and I want to understand more."

What is Success?

What is success
and how do I hold it
with my hands
that once held
the seeds that I planted.
It was hot that day,
and I gave my sweat
to soften the earth.
I gave my focus,
stood against a blazing
fire just for them.
Isn't it fair,
that this tree grow,
that I am the one
that climbs it?
What god prevents
me?