Higher
The urge to climb
is strong and fierce
it pulls and tugs
demands more
more energy
more footsteps
more straining muscles
and panting breaths.
The craving for altitude
digs in deep claws
and pushes the body
to its limits.
Don’t stop… you can breathe at the top.
Hidden Playmate
Little slivers
prickly fruit
red temptation
looks like a treat
yet not to eat
see beyond
look underneath
a shy one waiting
for fun and games
coax them out
and lets go play
Symbiosis
Calloused hands
and hungry lips
coiled arms
the slam of hips
Your fist so tight
you are my air
you have my trust
I know you care
drag me under
and set me free
I want you to devour me
Play Time
Dark and damp
a place to hide
that little bugger
he went inside
can hear him giggle
with a sniggering snort
a “ch-ch-ch” is
my quiet retort
soon to emerge
the chase will continue
and a dance within
liminal spaces
will then ensue.
Passing Time
Once a place of sink or swim
now a lazy resting spot
and sunsets
Quiet time
spent at the rail
watching ships go by
and daydreaming
of younger days
spent splashing
below.
Exhaustion
like a raw wound
that only sleep
can soothe
scratchy
achy
a grumpy mess
lie down
take a breath
and
finally… relief.
After my week off there were more orders to get through than I was prepared from. In order to get them out today as I needed to, it required an all-nighter. I finally finished making the jewelry around 2am… and packaged orders from 2:30am to 7am.
Everything’s done. Everything’s shipped…. but goddamn I’m tired.
