Dark Rooms

Don’t tell me the dark shouldn’t be feared.

You weren’t there when it grasped my throat with its knotted fingers.

Don’t remind me of my strength.

I’ve watched the muscles pulsate as pale, freckled legs sprinted to separate me from my past.

You are not my protector by night if you can not awaken to be my lover by day.

This dark room isn’t large enough for your attitude and my pain.

Your light is too blinding for this corner of my soul, oh wise one.

You stab altruistic comfort with your knife welded from grief.

You don’t see me. Stop greeting me with your eyes of cold water which crows feet surround.

Closer Love

My arms are sore from moving this oversized search light franticly across the land.

Desperately hoping for a view of love or a pain reducing find.

But then I feel a little boy by my side. He slides his tiny fingers into my hand.

Suddenly I realize my supposed lack of fulfillment existed solely in my mind.

 

LTR

It doesn’t make sense.

I’m starting to waiver.

 

Sweat of my brow

Now starting to taper.

 

Maybe I’ll quit

Start over once more

 

Yet here I am.

Tears on the floor

 

Maybe my fantasies

This time are truth

 

True as Nicki Minaj’s ass

Time to Bumble sleuth.

 

 

“Hi. 🙂 I’m Jessie.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art by Matt Dixon