Author: r.matlack

graced, by her presence

twas not i
but she
who tore the bark
and green from tree
stole sand and salt
sky
wind
and sea
twas not i

but you can blame me.

idle i was
shook, as one could
as fury unbound
wrecked through
all that once stood
not fear from the nave
nor screams of
the brave
could unravel
my demons so
all were saved

for that you can blame me.

mutual friends

friends of mine
are friends of yours
when we see each other
they remind me of you,
of course.
so we
do things
that are
customary
shake hands and
exchange pleasantries
i wonder where you are
how you’ve been
but I dare not ask
questions like these
deny any suspicion
from easing in
its a holding pattern
i’m currently stuck in
where thoughts are banned
from open display
so the convo goes
and is followed by
nods and smiles
best wishes
swallow hard
and a walk away
friends of mine
are friends of yours…
and the hardest part
is forgetting you, of course.

mint

and so it goes
the sun, it rose
from the sultry throws
of a night lost
in its deep and winding furrows
beneath sheets stretched
from our heads to our toes
our chests heaved with deep sighs
hands gripped and wrestled between thighs
no questions were answered
but it was seen in your eyes
the answers hint
left the taste of mint
said, don’t press our luck…
and away she went

it is I for you.

love is, more than a chemical reaction
a captured glimpse, or fatal attraction
it’s more than the sum of any computation
the answer to the most complex equation

clung to life’s script, a delicate drip
accumulate as words fling from my fingertip
these are things we sometimes forget
when our woven lives are perfectly fit

this is the only truth,
it is I for you
forever
I love you