"Idle Thoughts Part 3: Wallpaper"

"Idle Thoughts Part 3: Wallpaper"

Your curvature my compass.
Even closed eyes honor footsteps.
My ears their accomplice;
Willing to accompany every request laden.
Perceived a maven for decisions
Made without conscious precision,
I am upholding my mantle tonight.
Few lights blink above porch steps.
Ponds darker than the last drink.
I need time to think;
But I only recall your wink
With my head buried with your sink.

Sank too deep for slumber.
No degree of hunger;
But my intrigue surely piques.
Your hands cup my cheeks
Like that of clay you've spun around.
You don't make a sound.
You have yet to say a word.
Only footsteps I have heard.
This room filled with words
That I've only read in tomes.
Secrets fill this home.
No wonder you're alone.

Phrases remain jumbled;
Only humbled in your shadow.
I feel your mystique in my marrow;
Scratching against my bone
As if I were your clone.
In that very moment,
I felt pleasure and atonement.
Beneath the pungent bile,
I can taste your contradiction.
I request valediction;
But instead, I choose to stay.
My liquor will burn away;
But not the ashes of the past.
I have seen what lasts
Flailing fresh against these walls.
I remember calls:

Late night requests from another
While over her I hover.
You climb under covers
while I recall their mother.
Haven't heard from them in years.
I can see their tears
As they sat on the back seat.
Their warmth at my feet
From each daily meet and greet
No longer their greatest feat.
My legs held within their glow
Replaced by wet socks and snow.

It's time for me to go.
There's nothing to show
And I question your feigned interest.
At your best,
you've placed guilt back on my chest
And at your worst,
You have replenished my thirst.
The bar doesn't seem so far.

Tucked you in tight
Before dimming your light.
Your countenance would glow
Like the one I used to know:

Imagined the disgrace
When I couldn't recall her face.
He who sips from an idle glass
Incurs thoughts that barely pass
When questioned for authenticity.
She was my divinity:
God's gift complete with hymns.
She was no seraphim;
But her wings would cross my heart.
Her voice like heaven's harps;
Strumming even in her slumber.

I've surely fallen under. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Home Plate"

"Home Plate" 

Hands peel back tension like doors.
Separation intangible.
This is standard for us.
You and I,
seldom locking eyes
but yearning for every glance.
Given one chance,
how much would we capitalize on?
Would wrong tarry long
so that it all felt right?
Would it be foolish to fight?
I'm not ready for the light;
so we rendezvous late nights.
Close enough to greet and speak
yet far too somber and meek.
Fingertips and body heat.
Your nails coiled within your hair
while I'm counting threads in pairs.
I'd gaze forever if you'd let me;
but this neck so weak and heavy......
heavier this air I swallow.
Still in all, I'd wax and wallow;
anxious to be here with you.
Waiting as if something new
will take over, hearts that smolder
remove boulders from our shoulders
and allow some interaction.
Incur progress with this passion.
Passive bodies, racing minds
but we're always left behind;
holding fast to run away.
Swore that we'd embrace today.
Promised I'd have things to say.
Just delay to my dismay.

Far away from where I fell,
submerged deep under this well:
fear so great I've lent it hours
pretending to harness power.
Your demeanor my consolation.
I engage the consultation:
Signs that I am not alone;
not forlorn within this zone.
Nothing gained as muscles rest.
Both enveloped at our best,
but our worst won't step aside.
We seem trapped here on this ride.
Sudden strides to walk away.
Increments between delay.
Start then stop but won't confront it.
Two hearts sinking to their stomachs.
If I leave, what have I learned?
If you leave, you won't return.
That's the outcome I will earn.
End result for all concerned.

Labyrinth of silk and sheets.
Survey slightly past your feet.
Less discreet and more for certain.
Deliberate when parting curtains.
Dubious in my design.
Breaking code and crossing lines.
Daring deviant display.
Antithesis of prior days.
Tension still slips through the cracks.
More through dripping pores and backs.
Was too nervous to relax;
now I serve til you climax.............

..............did that feel good?

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
 

"Beneath The Patches"

"Beneath The Patches"  

 

You've seen it

and I know you've seen it.

The landscape is bare,

but you pretend that its scenic.

Couldn't see the grass for the tree

yet you ravaged for free.

Silken stains from your membrane

brushed across the patches.

You're intertwined in my locks.

You mingle with my vines

even when I stand behind.

The last of this measure

only keeps you in the fields;

roaming with no purpose

aside from what is on the surface.

That's what I often fail to mention.

 

What's on your menu of dreams tonight?  

The flight. 

As you float, 

tales of the unseen in your heart. 

Making room for me there. 

To guide you, 

through trails and triumphs wins and tries, 

despising the things that say we aren't forever. 

Welcome me. 

Open arms. 

No apprehension.

Actions speaking louder than words. 

Unnecessary to mention.

 

 

If you wish to view my ledger,

it may likely serve you better

to take a third glance first.

A veritable bevy

rests on this mind of mine.

I can't conceal it all in time.

Not around you, at least.

Arose for every occasion

whether alone at home on the phone

or face to face observing grace.

I've fancied it easier

to stand this tall

when more than walls stand between us.

Forgiveness is requested.

You've bested my endeavors

to avert your calls and letters.

Leather seated near my feet.

I perspire from your feats;

marveling at my defeat.

I guess it does pay to compete...

 

I am not a worthy opponent. 

To go against the King or even the grain 

won't prove victorious for me 

and I love it. 

The agony of defeat is sweet 

when served by your hand. 

Stronger than this situation of space. 

Faster than time, 

my heart beats out a rhyme 

same cadence as your words, Love. 

The above thoughts make me smile. 

Stay awhile...

whether it be in the physical or in my mental state. 

Wait out the lonely knowing you're coated in my presence. 

Present yourself to me plainly, but coy.

Ahoy, come with me 

for you are so much more than this letter...

heart to heart, proving WE are better..... 

I presume you've seen this outcome beforehand.

Before hands graze, I am fazed.

The delay in circumstance

would not claim your chance

to implore that you stay with me.

I note the reasoning in your tone.

I've been alone among the crowds

that become increasingly loud

but the warmth of you is enticing.

Exciting as it seems,

I've yet to disclose my dreams.

I will not give way to judgement.

 

I wish silence didn't cause us to go deaf. 

I mean so so deaf 

that only our hands can drown out the sound, 

standing around in every corner 

that you failed to look. 

Around that last bend before you gave up, 

you are enough. 

I wish you knew it. 

From nothing we grew without;

sticks and stones breaking the bones that had our backs...

built this shack that covered our hearts from the beatings....

meeting me with that glance I love for it is you...

tired of wondering...

simply stated:

What you gonna do?

 

 

Everything I can if you believe me.

I'm wound up far too tight.

Can't deal with the deceiving.

Won't uphold interaction

if it serves as mere distraction

for the underlying ulterior.

I'm jaded; not inferior.

I'll peel back my interior

if it means my heart well.

The nights are long,

The rum is cold

and my heart swells.

Fear rung for years;

echoed in a well of tears

but this may be worth it.

Never met perfect.

Not face to face, at least;

but if you wish to roam these fields,

I hope to find some peace.

The wholesome has its piece.

Each piece is but a portion.

The picture clear when you are near.

Make short work of distortion.

 

Written By: Shequita Brooks and Devin Joseph Metz