route 66
Posted in Poetry on March 14th, 2017 by D'jaevlethere is a beauty to a curve that
doesn’t quite end, it just
becomes another curve
like a smile
or silk
like a kimono showing
a bared shoulder
is a curve
you
are a curve
faultlines
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on May 30th, 2016 by D'jaevleI crack nails on stone to find rich soil
mold clay into flesh
and flesh into place
heat my hands between your thighs
so I can temper skin
into marble
a smooth
perfect
cage
I set chisel to bone
and wait for
“Please.”
lean into it
shell cracked, lines split
topology and braille
I never loved you so much as when your imperfections were mine to trace.
one by one
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on December 4th, 2015 by D'jaevletime is measured observation
I mark mine by your breath
unbidden or coaxed
in ease or labored
promised or stolen
I count them all.
wired in
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on November 13th, 2015 by D'jaevleit is no terrible act
when you fit so well
in the cradle
of my fist
it is no terrible word
the one that starts
with me
and ends with you
(on your knees)
it is no terrible promise
rope, a bed, and you
bared
wet
mine.
it is no terrible price
we pay
to have it
but the hunger I harbor
for you
is terrible
and great
and smolders
like the acts, the words, the promises, and the price.
not pumpkin-related
Posted in Poetry on October 9th, 2015 by D'jaevleTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and neither did I take.
pricked by bramble and bush,
I rambled through
counting nicks with bloody glee.
Stepping over rot and splendor,
hidden temples of bugs,
no clearing found, no stream followed
just branches snapping like weak limbs
and I, crawling, walking reverent on dying leaves
a hospice for trees.
if this is decay
it is sweet.
movement
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on June 6th, 2015 by D'jaevlethe creak
under my feet
when you kneel
the ellipse
of your hips
a gathering
(tightening)
of your hair
between my fingers
sunset
Posted in Poetry on April 18th, 2015 by D'jaevleyou are the kind of affliction
slow to heal
and
uncommonly
beautiful
a sunset
all reds and orange
perpetually disappearing
(and almost always worth getting up to see
at 4 in the morning
when the rest of the world
is smartly sleeping)
betwixt
Posted in Poetry on December 4th, 2014 by D'jaevlebewitched
by your smile, of course
found first
in your eyes
‘you’re hiding a devil’
said I,
‘somewhere between your smile and your words’
no words now, nor smile
just a grin.
‘Come find it’, it said.
winter excuses
Posted in Poetry on November 28th, 2014 by D'jaevlethe problem with winter
isn’t a problem at all
cold invites behavior unbecoming
in summer days
because she asked
Posted in Poetry on August 29th, 2014 by D'jaevleif you think you are as fragile as glass
remember this:
I’m not afraid of your sharp edges.
in fact –
each time you break, I will place your pieces in my pocket
and when all that is left
is sand
I will gather you in my hand and gently send you across the world
until you are a desert, and I a cool wind
and we can sleep beneath the stars