All I am is a promise by TheCrazyTarantula, literature
Literature
All I am is a promise
I let you peel back my layers
like birchbark,
It was not a game to me.
I showed you my wounds.
Where he took his knife
and hacked at my self-love
and trust in others,
and my sense that I was worth anything.
Every time the sun and shadows fell unkindly on me
and I had to contort in a new shape just to keep living
I told you about it.
Like the way leaves are shed
and spread on the earth,
to keep you warm in your winters I gave you
things I made with my own blood and love.
I let you see
my green wood,
the places where I am not yet growing,
and I promised to take you with me on my sacred journey
If you wanted to climb my trunk and hold my br
Sunset-Taste Kisses by TheCrazyTarantula, literature
Literature
Sunset-Taste Kisses
A day without you
the entire hungry moon in late winter,
thirty days lacking food
Fill the void in my soul with your prescense
river rushing to the sea, never sated
My heart is yours, acorn the squirrel steals
Ah! You are a little thief!
Let us touch hands, solemnly, chastely like flowers seem to do,
or let our fingers interlock, true embrace, like pollen
Swirling and mingling unseen in open air
I want to hold you
like moss that clings to sighing pines
or earth that cradles sweet roots
Kiss me,
breeze descending to stir lake surface
or sun that sinks into crimson sky
Either way, let's be
like two paths twisting deep in the forest
that m
I threw my self
at your feet
Into your orbit
Sacrificed all thoughts of tomorrow
threw them to the wind
to be scattered
or to snag on your gravity
The void in my heart
Filled with blinding bright light
and a supernova,
Silent,
trembling,
no bang, no heat.
Absence reminding me that the lack in my heart
is home
Slow parting
like Polaris being dragged away from its place
center stage in earth's skies
How could one star make me forget that the night was so dark?
And then remind me?
I want to weave myself into the warmth of a paint brushes soft strands
Like settling into a cocoon
I wish for a way to slip into the space between the layered paint and papers’ embrace
The way one falls into a dream
I am sick of stretching myself too thin across these endless days
The ones that begin on the sidewalks and expand up, up into the sky,
Ending where, I do not know,
But there is not enough of me to fill them.