grace + water

3WW 11

2010-09-03T17:32:00.000-07:00

Summer Love Affair, A Memoir

{Inside an art filled flat in London, 2010}

These diamond ropes bind me, psyche and limb. Lover breaks
my wings each midnight, only to rebuild them each dawn. There are
shadows that surface beneath his kisses as he enters in slow
negative strokes branding my tender flesh until I spill all my
secrets, again. After noon he begs me to cook but rarely lets me
eat instead feeds me with Poe and hinted danger. Pulls me through
curry smoked alleys and gloomy castles. Night blooms, all glittery
stars and velvet dreams. And I spiral into something small and trembly
in the nest of his engulfing embrace.

Toi
9/10

~ I barely escaped this addiction with a Picasso print
an antique diamond bracelet and the recipe for eggplant
masala we ate most evenings... tangible things from
an ethereal affair.

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2010-08-25T14:34:00.000-07:00

Autumn

Your hands commit prayers on my body, circumvent
the makeshift halo surrounding my pliant being, yet
your lips abstain from my mouth, instead plant perfect
bruises the color of autumn's twilight along the length
of my collarbone...until I'm a deep river gazed upon by
a slow moving moon, that takes pieces of my soul
and this is the part you kiss as the wind kisses the clouds.

Toi
8/24

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2010-08-16T21:01:00.000-07:00

Midsummer Love

Why does my heart still smile at your tender jokes? This desire
for my jasmine-scented skin offers no leverage after our night-
time loving for the afterglow quickens with each moon passing;
and the water you draw from my well, alas, is not the sweet
remedy hoped for, for this sinking cause.

Toi
8.16.10

3WW. 8

2010-07-21T16:50:00.000-07:00

Abide In Me

~ My heart jumps into the native air surrounding
us. Your words bait my imagination, betray my
resolve. Rough hands become savior eclipsing all.
Yet I am not a victim, for this is the kind of love
that has haunted my dreams, returning like a
restless needle searching for a place to rest.

Toi
7.21

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2010-07-10T06:26:00.000-07:00

Not Another Moment Longer

An acrid aroma drifted into the foyer becoming stagnate
around the turn into the house's large, nearly vacant
living room. He was grilling steak, knowing she rarely
indulges in red meat. His passive-aggressive behavior
has become the bane of her existence and his tepid
denials she once found amusing are now sad and wasteful.

Margaret's eyes teared, as much from the smoke
as from a memory that tugged at her mind: Nicholas,

Making love to her on the floor of a tiny flat in Paris
cluttered with art, books and bottles of wine. His mouth
enveloping her collarbone, his hands beneath her legs
and then his lips pressed to her ear, the words he spoke

went down into her soul, a cotton candy cloud filling
her up with a sweetness only her husband could bring...

Today is their anniversary, yes he remembered
he tried to blot out the memory of young love with
the clouds of acrid smoke, but it didn't work.

He turned off the grill and threw the steaks over
the fence to the delight of the neighbor's dog.
As Nicholas walked back to the house he began to
remove his shirt and then his belt. Passing the
sink he splashed himself with water until his
face and torso were dripping wet as if he had been
baptizd in some old Burt Lancaster movie.

No more tepid tip-toeing around his wife. He
knocked over a glass on his was to the living
room, the sound thrilled him for some reason,
belling in his ears; an unexpected joy.

As he came upon her he whispered Margaret
and he covered her body with his, his mouth
took hold of hers. He felt her heart flutter,
or was it his?

Toi
7/10

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2010-06-23T15:46:00.000-07:00

absence of love

last night: attempting to feign love, his mouth implied
cool church courtyards hushing summer's heated flush
in the heart of a lonely childhood, and iko after feeling
abandoned for eons; laid trembling down, fixed in the
shape of an anchored starfish swishing on the ocean's
bottom, all soft-points and desire as he christened
her virtue...shattering the air.

toi
6.23

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2010-06-12T14:45:00.000-07:00

In dawn's white mourning...

I find myself to be a liar with intentions clearly unnoble:
stealing the waitresses' pen last night because it was so,
silvery, water trickling between her fingers and my
boyfriend pupils so large as he looked at her through his
lying eyelashes; chichi, her name, is one of those girls
I want to be - smooth and fuckable as a mermaid. I just had
to have something she touched. you see hidden in some messy
little corner of my mind are thoughts that roam like a dazed
gypsy, dirty secrets beyond boundaries judiciously set in
place, vile acts waiting to be hatched.

Toi
6/12

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2010-06-03T16:27:00.000-07:00

Obsession Haibun ~

His hands write theories of future heartbreak,
{for one of us} as my sweetened flesh pales in
abject acquiescence; my heart won't budge
within this clean obsession circling around his
nimble ways of other love. ..

I entered your dreams
felt all you said and believed
sharpened by your words

Toi
6.03

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2010-05-23T07:19:00.000-07:00

Ophelia Revisited

the flesh dreads the unwelcomed parting
of your lips, memorizes the feel of cool
water kisses, a first: water igniting fire.

i dread the curving bough i've become
beneath your hands, breaking at the
hint of your breath along the spine of
my yawning need. my body grasps not
just your body but your entire being,

as a small child eager to be feed.
and i realize much is asked for in
pacifying my mad fears, which have
become as sand in my life, and i've

come to dread singing out your name
while forgetting my own {i love you}
with tinfoil bright crying eyes, my soul
quivers, a leaf on the highest bough.

Toi
5/10

here i am ...

2010-05-17T19:01:00.000-07:00

trembling in the water of your love
i shiver in joy and new found need
my private pain becomes a concern
of yours as no one else as ever cared.

my heart rejoices and my flesh sighs...

toi

IIIW.2

2010-05-15T18:22:00.000-07:00

Weightless Love

~ I want to ignore the late night phone calls.
Birthing fear inside my heart. My forgiveness
rises again, a weed beneath the pavement.
Hold the cold stone in the cool night air. I see
stars behind your eyes and I become weightless
in love. Watering crushed white roses, found
at my door, your name written upon a smudged
card.

Again beneath you, heavy upon my body and soul
this physical forgiveness finds me soft. You ignore
my cries and whimpers, crush me with feeling.
This is what you return for - murmurs of hurt
just beneath the surface of your hands.

A doll limp waiting to be used in something we
need to call Love.

toi
5.10

betrayal

2010-05-08T05:49:00.000-07:00

IIIW. 1

his betrayal makes me feel non-existent... a thin hum
beneath a strong wind whistling my name...mocks me,
my heart...i have to escape the only way possible...through
my dreams...moist-faced and closed-eyed...night after
senseless, moonless night...i'll throb with memories of
your hands on my face...my mind slipping past the now...
until at last my dream life will become my only reality.

t.

3wordwednesday prompt

where do wildflowers grow?

2010-05-04T16:29:00.000-07:00

in my garden, the weeds tangle,
ivy-colored veins seek to kiss and
prick hollow places:
behind my knees,
my folded envelope,
where my elbow curves,
my arm up, small fist at my throat
softcrushes the helpless well of my
throat where secrets hide- waiting
to spill between my lips or if too
painful or too weak, once again
they'll burrow deep into my soul.

t.
5.4.10

learning to breathe

2010-05-02T17:44:00.000-07:00

sunlight and shadow drip lustlanuage
no need for translation, a mosquito net covers
me puts my breath on hold at your command
... my heart whispers...sounds like no and
drowns to yes and back again to no ... yes...
help me... the bed has become so wide and
i have fallen so small here...exhaling what
is left of me ...

t.
[5.2.10]