Stronger

I have tasted the finite,
swallowed it,
and made it a part of my soul.

The cup is bitter.

My happiness got outside of me for a while,
but I've pulled it back
and I'm stronger now.



(This one's not finished yet ... but I wanted to jot it down.)

hold the dream

through
abuse or neglect
it's been whittled
paper thin
and it's cutting
my heart
as I struggle
to believe

and now
I have to let it go
or it will bleed
all over my soul
until the indelible
pain pulls me
into hope's abyss
again

Now

silken silhouette
framed by the glow
of moonlight on linen
I listen as she sleeps

watching the rise and fall
of her shoulder
and drawing closer
to inhale her

the curve of her hip
thrown across a pillow
draws my fingertips
to the arc of its beauty

and they hover
hesitant
to disturb her stillness
yet aching

to grasp and to bruise
with my need
with my sex
I abandon thought