Determined to remember the beauty in my life

Our Bed a Spot of Life


Sleeping next to you I breathe your breath.
Am I dizzied with carbon dioxide?
Or have I been snared by the promise in your
gravitational pull?
I orbit around you and revolve,
my source of life
in a cold, airless abyss.
The lashes of your closed lids
entice me to the paths
my lips would take, tenderly brushing your cheeks.
The water betwixt our tangled limbs
overflows from my soul
finding perfect repose in your embrace:
stretched beyond perfect relaxation
into ecstatic harmony.
I melt beyond my earthly
container and mingle with you,
inseparable and home,
expanding until I am permeated
and assimilate you into my being.
Our sweat joins from every pore
and we dream peacefully
in and throughout one another.

A response to being a reluctant consumer of an oppressive culture

Consumerism

I watched as the flesh yeilded
scabbard-like
to the repeated thrusting of a bloody sword
and I hated.
I hated the Man
composing the law which ravages humanity;
I hated the woman
all eagerness to please and fading into non-entity;
I hated myself
who joined my voice with those in the horde,
despairing that my whimpered protests
were lost in the squall.