Rough

In perfected silence, brilliant stillness
the swelling of my heart built pressure,
frozen emotions, unspoken words
hardened enough to burst forth diamonds,
those unconscious clarifications,
shining a falsified perfection
from my coal-blackened soul
shredding all evidence of truth in its wake,
all that glittered, a fake.
Make no mistake - this love, my essence
fought to toss aside numbness
fed on my desire,
exists.
My soul tumbled, a burnished stone
a million times too big for its home
denied access to share borders with others
tried to smooth out deals of transcendence,
words that could pretend,
rub away my very existence.
If I caught the light, a façade of shadows
clung to me, haunting words
created interwoven filigree,
only those with keen eyes look into me
see the hidden kiln within
stare into the flames, feel heat
without fear.

Still Reeling

Days of clouds created haze, doubts
poured through soul to soul
mist drifted - penetrated pores
sifted through sleeves, up skirts
no discretion,
a lazy daze fashions a beautiful mess,
of cells, blood, bone,
put the good foot flat down
grasp the edges of the earth
rearranged certainty
embers stoked ardently
hard enough, hot enough
stoked smoke, billowed
licked the roof, sparked flames
dazzled dancing on the ceiling
still reeling, caught in light
fought shadows, burned for home.