navigating briny seas
salt encrusted thoughts and words
squinting against the searing sun
he was parched
gripping the rail
allowing himself to remember
just for a short while
the gentle rocking
of another journey
how she felt
her smooth lines
under his calloused hands
her curves in the light
as she moved in shadow
he would inspect her
from bow to stern
and feel the excitement
of setting out on adventures
the tales
the storms
the quiet of night
he craved something to quench his thirst
but would not move from port side
where he could best recall
her every move
how she handled
dipping and rising
how he commanded
with calm and precision
before she was gone
to another horizon
and he blamed
the spraying brine
for the errant tear that shone in his eye
best to hold fast
to the rail
and command
and plunder anew
since the waves would only push him forwards
feast of senses
it’s been too long
I thought I had forgotten
but with first taste
it comes rushing back
a tidal wave of textures
lights explodes behind my eyes
my whole body alight
and it was within reach
but I was blinded
far too long
greedily I take more and more
tingling pervades
maybe I’ll be sated when it’s dark
but now I feast
with eyes and lips and hands open
Like it or not
taking words from me
twisting
until they bend no further
they’re lifeless things
but I’m holding them dear
lest they dissipate
so many seasons
just watching and waiting
now I know it’s not too late
even if today is the last
even if you try to erase me
my soul has been unlocked
and there’s no stopping
the flood of thoughts
I’m going to share
some are beautiful
you’ll like those
some are truly hideous
you’ll want to run
and warn others
to stay away
it doesn’t matter
I’m not writing for them
or for you
glimpses
languidly reaching
tiredly murmuring
secret smiles
words left unsaid
there’s no need to speak
when glimpses behind closed eyes
flicker like an old projector
replaying memories
like noir scenes
where the broad gives the tired gumshoe the what-for
but senses betray
when you awake
all alone
Tendrils
The taste is different today
Colors a different taint
When I crawled out of bed on the wrong side
I didn’t know how much I’d miss you
Struggling with an idea
Trying to put down words
Sometimes you have to walk away
But there’s a line I like so I must stay
There’s a shadow of an idea
Lurking about
So with bated breath and furtive glances
I reach and grasp a tendril from the ether
The Word Rummager 