Poetess

Who knew that one day, I’d strip myself bare and post my deepest meanderings for the public to shred, admire, whatever. I’m shaking, having just posted:

WOW! It’s official: I’m an ! With a ! <runs for shelter>

I dug out this little collection a few months ago and thought, why am I hiding it? If I’m truly trying to be a more creative person, why not share? So I bundled it off to the US Copyright Office, and it’s now registered with the Library of Congress.

Literally shaking. But it’s worth it.

Stripped (Copyright 2014)

Tattoo
The tiger roars from the wave,
leaping toward the bloody rose,
such sadness his countenance,
music resounding in his soul,
he is relentless, he has to be.

Monster of Love
We all seek, some consciously
We all hide, some unwittingly
We can’t survive without
We can’t survive it
This love
This monster

Intimacy
You don’t yet know me, well
and while I seek your presence
your attention, I fear your
discovery. My shadows, my
secrets lurk hauntingly, times
menacing. How will you find
me, shy, wanton, bored,
captivating? Beautiful,
dark, shallow?
Will you linger a moment,
Will you delve and smile,
Will you leave? Will you love?
Will I let you?

 Elegy
Your eyes pierce me,
They slice through the surface
so easily.
What are they seeing,
What do they seek?
Why is it I want them
to find beauty,
to find my soul,
Yet I don’t know you.

What do you wonder,
do you even wonder,

And why must I feel
so vulnerable?
Your energy calms me,
yet your glance stirs my butterflies
Your ability
intimidates ~ fascinates

What can I say to you,
what should I, to assuage this?

Would I take it all back,
were it mine to?

I started to let you in
and you wanted me to.

Now you can see more than you ought
As if I were stripped,
as if I laid myself bare,
then walked away.

Open
I know you only see a hard shell,
But I have loved!
With my whole heart and soul,
Wide open and joyous, reckless.
I have flung open my arms,
And with them the doors to my depths.
In those moments, fleeting
I had all I needed.
And though I have lost,
Still I do not forsake the thought
That I might love again.
That you may even hold the key,
And one day it may occur to you
To turn it, and see the shell
melt.