Bearing Into Existence Us

Bearing Into Existence Us

June.2008

Muscles twisting, swallowing all love
and every twilight colored caress bearing
into existence us
The quiet screech of this chair and I are whispering
sounds much like my name and
I reach about me searching
on all lips saying which is to be swallowed.

Funny haphazard thoughts run right through
me, which I cannot control, never like
this and never alone.
I cannot begin to tell you of all the
things I hide, sulking within me like the
monsters and shameful things they really truly-
sincerely are-in closets and beneath beds, waiting for
a kind word offered forth from your depths saying
that you love me still.