the scent of caramel streams
in the air over burnt pecans
and brown sugar dreams
crystalized into tears held still
and silent like the
sap on a crying maple tree
and the sweet savory smoke
from the pasture no longer there
and the leaves in the barrel
down the street warming the
man's frozen fingers
as they crumble in the glowing heat
to embers lighting his face
the cold air keeps me warm
since I cuddle inside your sweater
that holds in my heat like a comfort
from within me and I catch my moments
in a cloud of breath held aloft in the air
before condensing into beads
of moisture on your skin
Your Words and My Body by Dani-the-Naiad, literature
Literature
Your Words and My Body
My body is a nutshell
floating on the sea
being washed being
washed and
washing away me
My body is a sillhouette
against the sunrise drinking
in drinking in
and filling
like the sea and
My body is the dust in the wind
flying to be free to be
free to be free but smashing
solid
insecurity
My body is the cloudless sky,
the endless desert, the untouched snowfall
on the hilltops, on the rooftops,
and
sinking
over
me
Your words are
the rhythms, the ins
and outs in waves,
washing me, washing
me, washing away from me and
your words are the colors
in the morning and the sky
and I drink you in drink
you in to
hope you wil
I told myself we wouldn't amount to much
because you were too far distant to touch
and I was supposed to be ensnared anyway and such
but you still managed to touch me.
I was petrified at what it might mean
to concede to your touch and simply come clean
but I knew we were destined to dwell in a dream
where you could strain miles to touch me.
Fantasies are just fantasies or so they say,
never to transpire, that's just the way.
Dreams once ablaze come to slowly fade away
but I'll always remember you touched me.
You said once I was so special to you
and now it seems she is so special too
and it's unfair for me to expect more, it's t
Her hair flies in the air,
her face stretched in a grin.
Moisture courses horizontally
across her cheeks into her hairline
as her hands clench the chains.
Her body, weightless in every sensation,
held aloft in momentum,
defeating gravity,
escaping all worry
to fly
for only a moment.
I feel so alone
Looking out at the world
No one could truly love me
I've been told all my life
What I am is so wrong
How could anyone possibly see
It is not a choice
There is not a chance
For me to happily be free
I am only what I am, you see
I can be nothing else
But little ol' "unnatural" me
I look out at the world
I feel so alone
For no one can see me for me
Those ones down the street
At the church building- no
Neither the ones in my
Very own home
I am so alone
Looking out at the world
I see no one really loves me
For I long for those unlike myself
I long for those
...just like me
Long shoelaces flip-flap with every step
Its soft click-click against the shoe is hardly heard
next to the crunch-crunch of icy leaves
beneath the walking feet.
Foggy breath is exhaled
and it hangs in the air
frozen for a moment as if to gawk at
the pursed blue lips and pink cheeks
from whence it came.
Eyes are downcast
settling on the orange-brown ground
which is covered in an icy coat
gifted by the same artist who
left diamond patterns
on the window this morning,
hidden messages to study and decipher.
A brisk chill runs through
long brown tangles of hair
picking out special strands to float
weightless in the cold air
as
who do you think you are? by Dani-the-Naiad, literature
Literature
who do you think you are?
remember that time we built our love out of a deck of cards?
spelled out across the carpet and i lay there for you to take my picture
and you told me once i was your everything
and you bragged to your friends about how i was yours
do you remember that?
i bet you've forgotten now.
i look at that girl frozen in the frame
the familiar color in her eyes gazes in complete devotion,
but she's a stranger
you asked me once where the lights went
well, that's what goes with living half alive
and once my color was gone so were you
and i was cold and empty
you took it all
but now i'm stronger, a stranger to that girl in the frame
and you'r
Nevermind, I won't be needing that swaddler-wrap of yours after all.
Someone else can have it.
"Hi, I'm calling to remind you about your appointment this week.
Canceled? Would you like to reschedule?"
No.
Email notification: Your baby this week.
Your baby is double in size from last week. Hands and feet are
emerging, but they appear to be more like paddles then the pudgy
extremities you are dreaming of holding and tickl
...
It happened yesterday.
But suddenly yesterday is a week ago...
Then more...
...
Today I'm feeling better.
The laundry got done today.
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