Slow to Make the Bleed.

I feel though I’ve mistaken you

For one I’ve searched to find.

I thought myself a careful girl

But fooled myself for blind.

The Absence that is You.

In the absence that is you

The clock ticks slowly.

My eyelids twitch

to the sound of the second hand

Until the spasms dull me to sleep.

I never needed you.

I never knew you

Before the linger of your gaze

Drew circles around each iris,

Until you were all I could see.

A Fleeting Heart

You told me not to wait; say goodbye.
You told me not to wait but I can't lie.
Every second away I feel I die.
Without me, does the sun out west still shine?
Hold your hands above the fire. Singe,

My Name.

I called your name out loud
As if saying it would make you appear,
As if you were waiting on me.
My mind quickens with questions
I've been longing to ask,
Are you saying my name too?
Are you sneaking the words in the night
Out the whispers of your lips
Letting desert sands carry them to me
Until my ears burn?
Say it again.
My name.
The warmth melts down my spine
Like Southern heat
Leaving me sun kissed.
Call to me again
And let the words burn the flesh
Until your soothing lips can heal
Or winter chills the bones.
Which will come first?