HardlySleeping

She speaks to me in sonnets Sighing her similes Angrily articulating her alliterations and ranting her rhymes. She mumbles her metaphors Heaving heavily her haikus Bickering her ballads at my feeble free verse.

Her skin is warm maple Mahogany vines Cascading over Those hot asphalt eyes

Outside I hear her calling me, Although it can't be true. It hasn't even been a year, Since death took my darling, Prue. Her voice, it's still so beautiful, There's flowers in her hair, But she is gone, it breaks my heart... She cannot be standing there! With pale hands, she beckons me As tears stream down her face. I hesitate, then follow suit, To meet her cold embrace.

I went to her funeral And she followed me home. Still reeking of death, Clay, topsoil and loam.

Have us remembered for the beauty For the tales, not the lies, For the nostalgia, the craving For mid-summer skies. May we leave only wisdom Our words, vital truths, A legacy to be carried By unyielding youths. May the new generations See only progress, Look beyond our deception And not mind the mess.

She said I'll be the wife And you be the soldier You'll go missing And I'll grow older.

We stood before each other, My Avery and I, Separated by the river Underneath the starry sky. The wind, it seemed to guide her, Towards the water's waiting hand, She threw herself into the stream While I remained on land. I watched while rocks assaulted her, As the reeds pelted her skin, I had contemplated saving her But did not want to jump in. Her body washed up on the banks, Fish tangled in her hair, I turned and left, and to this day I've never gone back there.

I tend to fall in love so easily with everyone I see. The way you people move, the way you talk, the mystique of your existence intoxicates me...There isn't a night that goes by where don't I think about making sweet tender love to the person next to me. Yet in here lies my predicament. I'll take you home, I'll drink you in; I'll plunge deep inside, exploring all your secret hopes and dreams....but in the end, it's only a taste. The sun rises on the next day and the hangover takes affect. I wake up alone, you leave with temporary enlightenment already fading into the back of your mind... And we're alone again.

     She screamed when I showed her the face I'd torn off the man she loved. This wasn't who she married, this was a jackal. This was a man who had been unfaithful, who had gambled her money away- who had stood to call her a "bitch" to her face in front of her friends and family... So why was she so upset?     I let it fall, the flesh landing with a sickeningly wet splash and stepped back. I was the hero. I was the solution she'd prayed for- all those nights hiding in her bedroom closet, clutching the tainted wedding ring in her fingers. I was the last resort after all those trips to the police station...So why was she running to the phone?

If I were him I would give you everything. I wouldn't settle for anything less than excellence, Grinding these brittle bones to dust If only for your happiness. I would give you spring in winter, Vases upon vases of rich exotic flowers- Surrounding you with the beauty I know you deserve. I would write you letters everyday, Reminding you of your complete perfection And my undying love- With only the richest of red ink. I would build your dream house, Layering brick upon brick And Plank upon plank Blistering these fingers, And relishing in the hollow pain Knowing that I had made you smile. I would capture the stars I would lasso the moon