spilt
Posted in Poetry on August 26th, 2020 by D'jaevleyou like to hold
your cup
like it might
shatter
if I speak.
I noticed today
that you put
all the glassware
behind the cereal
so I’m waiting
to see
if you ask me
for milk.
Choked.
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on August 10th, 2020 by D'jaevlechoked
on my words
placed
so delicately
upon your tongue
you are taught
to respect
prohibitions
by force
“what will you do
when my reach is so long
I can pluck your sins
like over-ripe cherries?”
your answer
is no answer at all
because you cannot speak
with my words
filling
and burning
your mouth
blank spaces
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on March 25th, 2020 by D'jaevlewhat if all the blank spaces
are just hiding places
for my devils?
and I fill this page with words
to overturn their homes
pluck them by their wings
and make them mine again
bright light
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on February 20th, 2020 by D'jaevleyou are
a bright light.
a soft curve
unrepentant
but forgiving
you are today’s delight
the space between each breath
and sometimes
breath itself
never enough
Posted in Poetry on February 8th, 2020 by D'jaevleThere is not enough of you.
Not enough of the special brand of mischief
your eyes promise.
Not enough of your promiscuous laugh
that has made itself so comfortably at home in my heart.
Not enough of your crooked smile,
or the map of your thighs in the morning
a lazy but confident promise
if only
I will stay in bed.
There is not enough of you.
so I stole your shadow from a sunny day
to shade me while I read
I convinced your reflection to follow me home
and watch me as I write.
There is not enough of you,
so I will write you into a line,
a poem
a book
a dream.
i see you breathe
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on January 29th, 2020 by D'jaevlei steal
your breath
just
to
make
your
lips
part
for
me
hungry heart
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on January 3rd, 2020 by D'jaevlethere was a moment
when her eyes
met mine
that I
knew
she would be
poised
parted
and
perfect
I would know her
through her
beautiful eyes
and she would know me
through
my
hungry heart
sins of the map-maker
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on December 22nd, 2019 by D'jaevleI know your curves.
I learned them the best way possible.
by touch and by taste.
with time and with hunger.
deliberate and slow.
swift and sure.
I mapped the contours of your body with intent and your curves remember me well; strong hands and parted lips left landmarks.
I left my poetry between your thighs and my scent upon your skin.
you are known, but not discovered; there are secrets left in the cleft of your thighs, and the rising rhythm of your breathe.
I know your curves.
But I want to know them better.
raised up
Posted in General Musings, Poetry on December 5th, 2019 by D'jaevlefrom your knees
everyone seems
divine
subjugation by decree
submission through the
eye of a needle
there is such beauty
in a head lowered
and eyes
upraised
goddess
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on October 26th, 2019 by D'jaevlegolden aura
laughing eyes
and you
so perfectly
naked
and
divine
radiance as raiment
which is nothing at all
your bared self
is
a miracle
of beauty