you told me to believe you,
although i had my doubt;
it all seemed hard to understand,
but i’m not one to flout
a confidence, once given.
and so i played my role,
and found you quite believable
when taken
as a whole
believable
Any kind of way you want
Any kind of way you want
Any sort of thing you need
Take me where you want to go
Sate the hunger you must feed
Narratives and tongues of fire
Shadows dance and morning breaks
Any kind of way you want
And as often as
It takes
To share is human:
Solace
They both were drunk when they had sex.
It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t great —
She woke to wonder what came next,
And took a walk to contemplate.
Her temples throbbing, in the mud,
She treads a road that’s headed east;
But takes some solace in the thought
That everything still works
At least
To share is human:
Love: An Exploration
“We can and will,” she says to me —
The voyage taken leisurely:
We cover tiny bits of skin
And other sights as taken in,
In shadows of discovered powers —
Hers and mine, but mostly, ours.
“You know I think what might be good?”
I don’t, but soon it’s understood —
There’re wishes found in secret wells,
The whole that lives in someone else,
And feel completely: cell by cell,
How much lies past what words can tell —
We take instruction and we learn,
But then we teach and guide, in turn:
We come alive in agency,
With love our only heraldry:
Then milk the hours to take our fill,
When soft she says, “we can and will”
To share is human:
MIssed Connection
He liked her
And she liked him
But —
She was afraid
Of being used physically
By a man
Who wasn’t really interested in her
Emotionally.
She thought:
That’s just what men do
He was afraid
Of being used emotionally
By a woman
Who wasn’t really interested in him
Physically.
He thought:
That’s just what women do
And they each interpreted the other’s actions
As proving their own theories
Even though they both liked each other
Physically
And
Emotionally
To share is human:
Clandestine
She only met him off at the Clandestine;
A fantasy she was, his every wish —
But pleasure came with pain, and hence a lesson:
That minnows will get swallowed by
The bigger fish
To share is human:
Blistered, Calloused
She ripped her heart out with her hands
And threw it on the ground;
Then stomped on it
To show she didn’t care
For men – she’d wanted one – were pigs;
And she would not be hurt.
Without a heart
She thought that she’d be there
Her skin, though soft like velvet crush,
Encased a calloused soul;
The blisters of
A happiness denied
So she would play the game, as well.
She’d never show her cards:
The truth, was now
An object to deride
She’d never chase that lie again.
Her body was her tool:
The one who called
The shots, who she would be —
These days, she rips out other hearts,
And makes it her delight;
And now, she is
Most happy — isn’t she?
To share is human:
when love is light and past the door
when love is light and past the door
we live the life that no one sees
when breaths are taken in for time
and focus aims to slowly please
there is so much reality
that’s nowhere on the internet
there’s so much more to human life
than art has ever shown us
yet
To share is human:
Old Poem, Age 24 (Edited)
[I had completely forgotten this poem and the event it refers to. At the time, I would not have thought that possible, so hard did it hit me. – Owen]
One night, you gave yourself to me
the next night you had gone away
I do not understand
I do not understand at all
I still remember how it felt
to be right next inside of you
I do not understand
I do not understand at all
The wine the bath the touch the kiss
the hours spent in all of this –
The feel of you the sound of you
the taste of your intention
One night I do not understand
I still I do not understand
The wine I do not understand
I do not understand
