Twomoons poetry

Photo by Jeffrey Czum on Pexels.com My door was open I held a shiny quarter of a roomsomewhere I haven’t beenthrough a doorunaware it was leftajar A slipA twist of a wristA soft clicka soft i n s i d e There was a small fishing boat by the horizonI reachedthe ship’s captain turned to mea ghoulI stumbled back, ready to runand fell into fingersclumsy at firstlosing skin to fingernailsto find…

Photo by SHVETS production on Pexels.com I threw a living pot at the doorOne of those orange clayIf we wanted to be elegant it was terra cottaIt hit, Smashinglythe soil explodedrunning downBlack soot dirtying my indoor matThe root ball stayedbut the flowersshaken aliveI stared conflictedas petals settled, blood dropletsscattered on the floorand I weptwithout a single drop of moistureThe static…

Photo by laura parenti on Pexels.com A feather pillow screamswhile the stuffed artificial blend holds your necklike the crook of a lover’s armwithout pinched nervesor hot sweat I went for a walk today to get rid of the morningSweatA sour mountain I frequentto catch breathThrough the hilly bits of a well-marked trailinside the grass, among broad treeson the crooked bend to the lakeI found a…

Photo by Book Hut on Pexels.com I hummed a melody into the windmy eyes frosted, beyond the quiet nightits vast translucent indigo graycovered A lark flew to sit on my perchshook off the droplets of his flightand stilledthe night heldin his regal posturebeak closedresting, reflecting together.he will sing at dawn.every dawn.herewith methe fading stars watch his crescent chestmove to my moon I…

Photo by Emilio Su00e1nchez Hernu00e1ndez on Pexels.com I kept hot chili powder out for the squirrelswho ate my sunflower seedsa quiet muttering before I rubber-banded the top of jade green potsto stay immoveable.I knifed in air holes of tv dinner traysIt felt like a fort. And it poured heavygiant jackfruits dropping down onto my Adélie deckpelts of furyAnd the sun scorched the Saran wrap in…

Photo by Khushbu Yadav on Pexels.com Chrysanthemums tea steepsas i.Rest is breathingSunlight sunbeams cascadeyou omitted them Volcano flaresBut your eyes are sealed. Boiled fingerling potatoesmashed up in a porcelain white bowlI scooped with my indexslathered it on my rosebud tongue tip and the phone rings into vibrator heaven geranium green on my 24k bangle locked in selfpossessed I’ll be…

Photo by Lalit Bali on Pexels.com Never mind starting them indoorsmid-May is around the corner I accept you. They say you’ll bloom into sunset cloudsMolten orange redsvelvet dress dancing on flower skinon p e t a l svalley of valleys hearty thoughts My lashes fluttered closeddew drops escapedAnd I found myself there once morefloating on/our hands claspedas we watch the sky move into a deep…

Photo by duhews dfbas on Pexels.com The bud g r e wunconscious of meI shivered deeperas it may beseething.soaking in how I stuffed it downinside a cold dark chestlockeddecadeswith only glimpsesof nourishmenthow many times have I abandoned you?me.That day you threw meinto the brick wallthe wind flew through my bodyas I ricocheted into the mudslow-motionI laughedand my lungs rerouted you back out…

Photo by Keijiro Takahashi on Pexels.com I sharea breath with your skinfrost on wide windowpanesour warmed airas the rain pours from heavy cloudsdeep into the ancient red wellecho esof hollow son surface rock s I’d soft strip your under-jaw with my caninesa familiar muskcoats my tongue I’d pour into you with blind eyes Wild lies

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com The rustle of leavesmelded with my roaming eyesAs tall oaks shade the beaming sunfrom my shoulder bladesIt was a warm morningSleep still coated my gazeRose colored, refracting lightsilencedthe kinetic buzzing Able bodied. As we fell into steplong stride to shortHe held my handSlow, down the winding roadpassing camperstents splattered with dew dropsto smile wide…

Photo by Anna Belousova on Pexels.com Ice cube tray in powder blueI lay my palms flat on topBeholdingthe frozenI breathe in and out to readymyselfLifting it up over my heads m a s h i n gonto granite counter topsThree rapid hits-DumA beautiful rendition of Beethoven’s 5thReleasing ice shardsmelting in my veinsI pick up an ice cubeand anotherEmptied.dump them in the pot of sizzling coffeethey…

Photo by Joaquin Carfagna on Pexels.com The bullet train rantoward the bright sunMy eyes rove overthe landscapeblurringmuted greens into chalksandstonepeaking to flat low valleysValencia- Te Naranja solMy gaze dropsto my tapping fingersending on“Simplemente Madrid”someone whispers itbehindsilent as a field mouseThe train eases into the stationpausingpeppered salt hair“Usted es”“Te…

Photo by Ron Lach on Pexels.com I walked around biting my incisors todayThe supermarket was too brightI didn’t want cheese for dinnerOr anything to do with dairyI picked up a sack of cashewsa packet of garlictwo large tomatoesan artful jug of pinot grigio-holding it secure at the neckone third downto roam fluorescent aislesI’ll make vodka sauce with wineSoaked nuts will make it…

Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Pexels.com She whipped the peeled bamboo cores on the wire fence Hard The sand blew upshrouding her facestormingAn inhale sputtered into heavy coughWatermark trails streaka shade lighterDusty eyelashes crustedballing in corners- grain shrapnel The sound of cow bells approachesshe watches the road slowly become black and white On exhale she stumbles forward as they…

There’s a space here for you Inside the beat of my life Whenever the day hushes into dusk Patiently waiting for starlight to shimmer And the moon, as passages of cycles murmurs soft and low Holding our heaviness

It was humid out tonight hot breeze breathing down my neck like the first minutes in a sauna, sweat not yet beading Zen like, waiting faithfully for the drop, permission to melt -- Into a puddle I needed movement to get the welling lump out of my throat Clear my mind A light stroll around the neighborhood, perfect fit Well, better than holding that secret indoors Surrounded by walls Suffocating Frantically shaking in a strait jacket Might as well consider another brand

I hadn’t noticed before, the sky seemed different tonight, already deep into 7 pm mixed media weapon -- backdrop in vaporwave, Blended blue, lilac sky with a pink moon Moody pastel dreams on a 90s clean color way Minimal highway abstract expressions conjuring Rothko -- A friend once said, ‘Anyone can do this...’ ‘Well ma’am did you though?’ People... and places

Twitchy, glitchy techno color California retro -- Two words that bind depths of impossibility to me Nuance in shades of grey

Not exactly beautiful, simply hanging low and full Luminal Moon – almost copper My eyes linger, comforting in its ominous way

I've made a promise to send off the old, And bring in the new

A cabin made of windows -- Exposed, you and I, our ears tuned to the music of downpour Peaceful, almost.

Thighs pressing along the outside, a line, gaps at the knee and hip, warm. Holding hands, safe, my eyes roam to the glowing fireplace delicious mood, flames flickering, licking heavy wood. Achy warm, the lines in our palms come alive, Spreading o u t.

I want --

Naked.

Pelts against skin, distract me from sky pelt-ing the roof with long silver needles skylight submerged in weeping ocean, breaking for air as waves retreat flashes of light fill our eyes, reflections form shadows Thunder rumbles, growing louder and l o u d e r Until we can barely hear our breath.

Our chest mimic the booming echo chamber

I unravel to pieces

As blood rushes through, pounding to be let out I turn toward you, placing my arms around your neck, gazing into your eyes --

exposing,

melting,