1/3/15

I've let you pull
out of my gravity
to another star's orbit
exo-planet of an ex-lover
so distant I can only see you
by launching out my satellites
beyond my sight, headed to stars
beyond  my reach, electronic signals
tethering tight before they fade to static.

4/2/2015

I've got an upper lip of granite
all mined out, firm but crumbling
underneath. The strength of Samson
only feminine and sleek, but my
tresses have recently been reaped.

These pretty little things we call strength
the little weaknesses we can't help but share
they tie us out and let us down to the things
we can not bare.

4/1/2015

my legs stretch out
into infinity
as I try to untangle
the kinks in the tendons
that lie invisible
beneath the surfaces,
their crimps and frizzles
unseen, but constantly felt.