On nights like these, you are too beautiful.. I find it difficult to stare as I should.. So what can I offer the sky.. Who only asks that I never look away?

You speak in stratospheres, raining stars.. I try and catch them in my hands.. To swallow them like water.. A thirst.. As if I could ever drink enough of you.

You seem to like me this way.. Messy, wild-hearted.. Hiding in your sunsets.. Bleeding watercolors between our worlds..

Am I guilty of gathering your clouds, clutching them greedily while other eyes trace their downy outlines?

You deserve a love untethered, With no binding chains. I tilt my gaze.. I don’t want to be grounded. I need wings.. Soft, gossamer things.. That kiss the accomplice in your wind..

But what can I offer the sky.. The grand expanse of you.. When there is no freedom in this invisible cage? All I can do is kneel at this alter.. My shrine of chaos and confession.

mining some ink? spill it #prompts Dec 06, 2024 Weekend #Prompt - ENDLESS (any form of the word) sixword~tenword~tanka~haiku post with the hashtag: #inkMine

Puts her emotions in a zip lock and throws them in the freezer...

A willful elocution reverbs in the first snowfall.. everything is white but your eyes.. their look alone is summer prose.. your lips to match.. I am kempt in warmth..

December came again, wearing her pale gossamer gown.. she made me forget about my past with a frostbitten kiss.. my lips a pretty juniper berry blue as I sit in the chill of her arms..

Under autumn’s veil, the horse awaits, Bare teepee frame, where change dictates, We march ahead, through nature’s gates, To winter’s camp’s warm embrace. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nature #writingcommunity

Eyes of wisdom, deep and wise, Curly mane beneath the skies. Shadows dance in black and white, Strength & soul in every sight. Together we shall roam the lands, Bound by trust & guiding hands Weyekin Heart #Poetry #weyekin #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nativeart #horse #tradition #writingcommunity

Guttural.. Gutter girl.. Discarded are my prayers.. I have nothing but solitary sidewalk sermons since you left.. I am woven into the darkness of the night.. 2 AM gathers me.. I pace the avenues of my mind.. Missing you, I speak in tongues to street angels Asking for grace.. They don’t talk back..>

It took much courage.. For her to take mere steps that felt like a canyon’s crossing.. To allow you to feel her closer.. Breaths apart.. To meet her bashful eyes.. Connect with your saddened heart.. It took much courage to trust enough.. To open herself and gush poetry in your hands..

They embraced for a long time One of those deep hugs that you never want to end Where you felt like you'd break, if you let go. He said, "you're lovely." She replied, "I know." He laughed and for that moment, she was happy.

Every kiss Was a baptism Every touch Was communion My prayers were silent But my worship was not

Touching you
without touching you..
It's the rawest form of torture..
Fingertips that graze these thoughts 
and shred my will..
Sweetness and sorrow..
Can you feel me?
Am I lost?
Do my tears and sighs
caress your mind?
My existence is a thread
woven into your veins..>

…When your eyes finally adjust to the darkness, There’s nothing left to be afraid of…

a courtyard of courtesy black & white fantasies... perfect words spilling onto blank sheets... brown eyes watching angels descend... pink flowers scattering, once more love dreams of you again~ #inkMine

Looking into your eyes felt like being pressed backward Towards the edge of a jagged cliff There was no resistance from me.. Just a sigh that felt like a scream.. In that kind of fall, I never felt more alive..

Snowfall in summer.. Mindscape of solitude where mountains lay themselves at your feet.. Only you know this kind of peace.. Were you surprised to find you could trust a stranger’s eyes? To let a friend in and sojourn at your hearth..>

Do you wait for me.. Or do I wait for you? Me, under street lamp You, a sun at noon? My milky moon is patient.. But the heartstrings are not.. Tugging fretfully over outstretched miles.. Closed eyes surmise How yawning the space can be between minds..>

kindness is love made gentle without the force of need

The mountaintops glow tonight Up here, where they carve poems into the Milky Way Somewhere distant in their foothills, your mind remains A quiet cabin where loneliness feels like home I haunt you there, leaving sandy footprints on your doorstep And the scent of softness on your sheets..>

Hearing #Jhope saying 'It's Done, Done, Done' Just as I clicked "Publish" on my manuscript to upload to Kindle is fate. 😁 It's DONE! DONE! DONE! #Mindspace Available on Amazon here: amazon.com/Mindspace-Omeg… [Kindle version available by the end of the week]#WriterCommunityty