You are neither
Judge nor jury
In this life called mine
And yet you find it
So easy to condemn me.
Judging me the same
As others you’ve known
While never knowing truly.
And yet you’re the one
Who lied and pretended
While I was a harbinger of truth.
Emotional maturity eludes you
Though your age is greater than mine
And I fillet the scales of my heart
Of my soul
To help you rule in my favor.
Go ahead and walk away
In the direction you’ve always gone
But don’t expect to end up
Anywhere new.
Your Sweet N Low phrases
No longer go in my coffee
But leave bitterness
Where it should not belong.
Once upon a time
You were tangled up in me
Wanting me to be
Your safe harbor in the storm
Not caring that I needed
A safe harbor of my own.
The choices we’ve made
Have led us both here
In doorways
On opposite sides
Of the street
And though my arms
Were open
And I longed for yours
To be
Now I must turn
From you
As you did
From me
Passing me by
A huddled shadow
On the gallows.
Strapped to a pyre
Farce of a trial
Completed
I will neither plead
Nor weep.
Head held higher
Than ever before
I know the ashes
Will rise me anew
I meet your eyes
With my fire.
Accused and found guilty
My essence is pure
But I have found you
To be dishonorable.
I rise and I rise
The wind in my wings
My exit summons my shadows
And they eat you alive
As you walk in your peace
I finally
Set you
Free.
Writing
Slow Burn

Slow Burn
I feel it when you’re
near me breathing in
my air, taking control
of my universe for these
moments and I don’t
care. I lick my lips in
sweet anticipation of
the electricity and
complexity of our mingled
breath. Excuses to touch
maybe too much for
others but not for us.
Lost is all sense of
time and reason, caution
meets wind so our life
can begin and begin
and begin each time
we meet. Shared space,
lost dates, a rancid hate
for your absence an
abscess on my patience.
Smiles that cannot be
contained, bodies drawn
close as magnets, clinking
together when proximity
meets possibility. Closed
world for only you and
only me where no one
can see and we can
just be. My feet turn
toward you like a
flower to the sun,
soaking in your essence
and storing it away.
Away you’ll go throwing
me onto the coals
until your return, I burn.
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