Departing

My heart lost in blue eyes
that gaze back with distant longing,
which brief frolics, arm in arm,
are unable to quench.

The deep passion still undampened
by the gathering tears, ready to burst forth
and stream down soft red cheeks.

I hold your delicate hand in my own;
coarse calluses seem so harsh
for such virtuous features,
yet still I hope for a gentle caress

to pour your pain into me,
but instead, of course, we both quiver
at the soft sensation of warmth
that sparks between naked skin.

And, with a sigh, we stare back
into each other's glistening eyes
and smile before leaning in

for a fleeting embrace, punctuated
by an almost intangible kiss
that lingers on my cheek
while we depart through separate doors.

Loved (DRAFT)

salt stained cheeks draw tight, cracking
the facade, struggling to conceal deep fissures.
my heart now exposed, still pumping, each beat grinds
in pain.

It destroys whatever you were to be whatever it is.

Depression.


I can beat this.

Because I am stronger.

No drug, no show, no person, no thing

Is stronger than the power to overcome

the constant maddening struggle

that is human existence

which dribbles in front of us

but we choose to experience this moment

hanging here in front of us

even if it drops on

a step back

for progress


so, that's me.