Teardrop

Bird of Paradise Flower

 

Teardrop,
you run down the leaf
whispering
of times you
scorched my skin.

Like a crystal ball
you torment me,
revealing the past,
hurts within.

Keep falling.
You can’t bring me down.
I’ve already been to the bottom.
Consequences,
missteps and bruises,
nothing’s easily forgotten.

But something else makes me pause,
to notice you glide down the leaf.
The mysterious way you blend into the world
yet caress the colors beneath

Reminds me of your healing touch,
how if we’d never met,
I couldn’t appreciate the good, the love,
the happiness,
the pink sunset.

I might not hug, kiss, embrace,
or linger before saying goodbye.
I might not get how sweet it is
to hold his hand in mine.

If you hadn’t traveled my cheeks before
the way you run down the leaf,
I couldn’t feel each breath,
each kiss,
each pulse connecting the beats.

Teardrop,
descending the leaf, my face
familiar with every bend.
Without you I couldn’t fully smile.
So do what you must.
Tingle my skin.

Whisper

Rose

 

Whisper

 

Won’t you whisper the words my soul needs to hear?

Put everything aside,

the stress,

and come near.

 

Tell me I’m yours

like you did years ago

when you cautioned, protected

if someone came too close.

 

Tell me I’m pretty

there’s no one but me.

It’s petty, I know it

just say something please.

 

Hold me so close

I can’t hardly breathe.

Close the distance between us,

say something sweet.

 

I don’t care if you don’t mean it

You know what to say.

Try to remember that time

far away.

 

Nothing could stop you from grabbing me tight

we were younger, impatient

unwearied by life.

 

I’m older and different

in some ways, it’s true.

But that girl is still there

and still in love with you.

 

So put down the phone,

the people, your list.

Don’t walk away.

Just give me a kiss.

 

Don’t hesitate.

Put your lips to my ear,

and whisper the words

my soul needs to hear.