Instapoem – “love free or die hard”

i am sunk
shipwrecked
drowning
in
sweet sap
bleeding heart
i make messes
in my mind
and
scrape the dirt off my knees
after i fall
because i don’t need filthy sheets
left to collect the pieces
falling fold over fold

i kiss you and it’s like
i should have done that earlier
but time is measured
by the moments we make
like the thoughts conjured
that make men melt –
men like me
who
seem chock full of
teary-eyed nights
and
learning to love these curls
look in the mirror and smile;
you made it.

in eyes brown and
quiet sarcasm
are the out-loud thoughts
of a woman in white and black and
who picked these colours anyway?
it’s a long story,
like self-histories we’re made of
in the memories our legacies carry forward;
life’s great river –
collective unconscious –
rolling deep on into cosmic reality.
Chains heavy, don’t break easy,
not without fire of heart and mind
and spirit
clamouring for forgiveness
when the only person to forgive
is yourself.
you, the painted-monster maybe who makes more than their fair share of mess;
power and beauty do not escape you
yet happiness generated without
has left you searching within

and brown eyes making me melt
pardon that broken heart mind-mangled soul of mine
until passion consumes like fire
the heart that died the least

i miss a face and a voice and a presence and the way her eyes seem to sparkle.
huh, that’s treasure buried in plain sight.

i saw without rose lenses
took the glasses off slowly cause it was too bright
and you weren’t there but
i felt you;
somehow we’ve all been here
stuck nowhere
with someone lost in our minds
because the truth is that we never catch them –
why would we?

love is made to be free.