Each morning I rise

Each morning, I rise.
I cannot shake, break,   separate
From me.
You stare back, unapologetic:

Placid, Smooth.

Many have drowned in your deceptive depths.
Seductive siren songs of insults
Lure many who seek confirmation of their faults.

I am no different.

I gaze.                   You swallow.

I die a death worth living for

And, your pool, it gets a little deeper.


Lover’s Notes

Part I

touch me:
lightly let your fingers linger over
every hollow and
slip slowly into the softest parts
of me.
press your lips to mine and
let me swim to you.
here, we will find rest.

Part II

pin-pointed starlight illuminates the darkness,
and Little Death beckons your soul to dance.
tip-toeing, i follow.
dressed in shadows, I see you waltz
Little Death closer to each star.
with every step, the shadows lighten
until you arrive within me, and
i am naked, bathed in light.

Part III

as the sun illuminates the moon,
you shine and i glow.
reaching within my chest, i hand you my heart,
“there’s not much left.”
“but, it is enough,” you mend the darkened pieces
with the brightest parts of your own.

i no longer fear the night: your fingertips guide me.
this heart brightens the stars, and
bathes me light.