Tell Yourself – A Haiku

Tell yourself ev’ry-

-thing will be OK, even

if you don’t believe.

Dry Eyes

Imagine the sickest,

the most tired,

the most anxious,

the most scared,

the angriest you have ever felt.

It is black weather, cold nights;

it is frustration and tension

and shaking hands. 

It is a room with too little air

and too many people. 

It is an itch – neck, chest, wrist.

It is dry eyes, wet with tears,

It is every breath;

it spills from pores

and shakes in your voice. 

You have no idea,

and worst of all,

neither do I.

Please Try

Can you, will you,

do you still love me.

Try, little prince.

Please try.

Please, Don’t – A Haiku

Please don’t go. Please: don’t.

Please. Don’t go; don’t go. Please don’t.

Don’t. Please: Please don’t go.

Give Me Something

Your secrets fill me with fear;

your lies and your sighs and your quiet.

Your silence is not golden, but rust;

but iron on my shoulders, in my chest. 

Come back and talk.

Be honest, be hard, be here. 

Talk, tell me. 

Shout. 

Give me your truths, your pains;

give me fear and insecurity and anger. 

Give me something,

until it’s everything.

Open your mouth to speak.

I am here.

Will You Be Here?

Will you still be here in the morning?

Body or spirit or mind. 

Will you be next to me, or gone?

Here in my hands

and my arms

and my eyes. 

Or nowhere, and gone. 

Will you be here?

Don’t Go – A Haiku

Don’t go, love. Don’t go. 

You are needed and wanted

and loved. Please, don’t go.

Nothing

Nothing scares me, love, 

like the thought of losing you. 

Nothing has scared me so, 

since the moment I made you mine.

Mouth

Together,

Like stitches, intertwining.

Like air pressure, under water;

full, and tense.

Like an earthquake.

Like fireworks:

Your taste in my mouth.

 

Home

And in that moment,

my arms will open with the doors.

Our feet will plant firmly on the floor,

wood panels interlocked like fingers.

Holding.

We will be warm to the touch,

on even the coldest nights.

Together,

at once and at last.

We will be home.

Shame

The shame on you

is written as clearly

as the ink

needled into your skin;

much more clearly

than the scars that are

its neighbour.

You are cartographer’s work,

or calligrapher’s;

a billboard of the feeling.

It’s painted on you.

Fool.

Smile, Little Prince

Smile, little prince –

your crown is slipping.

You are a wonder.

Can’t you feel it in your chest?

And I am here,

always.

Can’t you see it,

little prince?

You are a wonder;

I can feel it in my chest.

While I’m Around

Nothing’s gonna harm you –

not while I’m around.

Nothing’s gonna hurt you;

you are lost and found.

Nothing’s gonna touch you,

with me you’re safe and sound.

Prince

You are a Prince,

or a King.

Whichever –

it doesn’t matter.

A regal being.

Mine.

Song

A song of a thousand sounds

plays at your touch,

sings in your voice;

moves through your body,

and mine.

It beats along with my heart.

Forward, As One

In a matter of days,

we have walked a thousand miles together.

Forward, as one.

My love.

I Am Here

If we have nothing else,

remember this: I am here.

Angel

You are an angel in your many ways:

heart, voice, soul, and mind.

Heaven-sent.

My only evidence of the place.

The only proof I need.

 

An Open Book

You are and open book;

unfinished,

and with pages left

for me.

In My Chest

I feel you in my chest, in my stomach,

every time I look at you,

every time you cross my mind.

Every time you touch me,

my skin tingles, my heart skips.

Every time you speak,

every time you look at me,

every single smile,

is a new feeling, a new falling in love.

Every time I think I have felt as much as I can,

I feel more than ever.

You are renewed, always.

Never and always, I could love you more.

In my chest and in my stomach.

In my heart.

Call My Name

Nightmare, my love,

but know you are a dream.

Feel scared and know you are safe.

Shake, and be held steady.

I am here, my prince,

my darling,

my husband – my dream.

Call my name and be unafraid.

You will never be alone.

We Made Love

We made love under the stars,

or so it seemed.

One and the same, like never before.

Another step closer, deeper, and more deeply in-love.

Hard, to describe it. And perfectly easy.

Everything and more than we thought it would be.

I have never felt you so fully;

never understood you, and been so full, filled.

Emotion and motion,

Pleasure and the pleasure of pain.

But each second, each move: you. And me.

This is us.

The Kiss

Your knuckles cracked,

like the spit of flame or snap of wood on a roaring fire.

It is warming.

We stretched out your aching muscles,

our hands across a space between us,

touching, always.

Fingers interlocking.

When we jump in our sleep,

the one who holds on is a symbol for patience.

The kiss on the back of my neck

is a promise.

No Man’s Land

I am terrified by my own serenity,

and overjoyed with all this fear.

I am a shaking composure;

a panic with a steady heartbeat.

I am puzzled by my confidence,

and sure of my concern.

In no man’s land I’m free,

standing still on an open path.

Now

Three times today, I’ve thought about when I’ll be with you again.

Each time was more painful;

like getting a cut where your skin has already healed to a scar,

once, twice.

Each time we’re closer, sooner.

But I just wish for now.

Sometimes – A Haiku

Sometimes, I miss you,

all of the time. And always,

I miss you, sometimes.

Afraid

I am afraid,

because the voice in my head is not my favourite.

Because I don’t know how to not do this,

how not to feel our way.

But the sounds between my ears will try to tell me not to bother.

Whats the point? No you don’t. What are you doing?

But I am brave.

Obsessed

Unashamedly obsessed,

I wait with bated breath,

for you to call,

for you to text;

unashamedly obsessed.

Whispered

The sound

of your breathing

remains;

the kiss on my neck, so too.

An arm wrapped around me;

your whispered ‘I Love You’.

You Are Here

Tonight,

you are not here,

in our bed.

But I can still feel you:

your chest against my back,

your fingers

wrapped tight between my own,

the bend in your knee

while your feet

travel way beyond mine;

an arm wrapped around me –

holding on.

The sound

of your breathing

remains,

the kiss on my neck, too;

your whispered ‘I Love You’.

Your warmth.

You are here.