my butterfly

I try to withhold,
but I just cannot.
I need you
the way you need me.
Denial of this passion
is futile.

I say I cannot give you my time,
yet it drags slowly without you.
My desire for you builds,
stealing my mind away,
wasting the time I hold so dear.

So, this is me,
admitting it openly,
setting my butterfly free,
letting go of my love
with words.

eject

It's not easy
letting myself go...
throwing my insides out.

itching

There's a constant tingle,
a tiny need for attention
that pulls me towards it,
and every once in a while
I lose focus and give in to the desire
only to find I have suffered for it.

on my right

I am gently moved
and am gradually pulled
to that comfort zone
on my right

that place where
my dreams are released
instantly as I fall in deep
on my right

I touch down smoothly
and am suddenly reminded
that it is all forbidden
on my right

little frustrations
of greatly missing
such beautiful sleep
on my right

excision

piece removed,
something replaced
controlled pain
mirror reflecting
unrecognisable image,
slow adjustments
snail-pace movements
deep breaths
I am fine

emancipation of clouds

There's something beautiful about the rain,
drops falling into puddles,
twinkling like the night sky in fast forward,
and yet, seeming to slow time to a pause
long enough to remember
there is beauty in everything
if you just look.

windows to you

the eyes,
scenes of your soul
depth poured out through the hole
that pulls me to the you with·in
the eyes