Postcard Poems: Make a Contract?

What if he was proposing?
In a different time and place
a contract passed ownership onward
she bargained with her being
signed and
give away a name
wedlock only to throw away the key
give away a self
these little deaths make room
for who we are to become
a blessed union
devoutly to be wished?
nay, an institution that brings down empires
and traps princesses,
murders witches to foul the land.
Marry me, sweet Entropy
carry me 'cross the threshold
to the light on the other side

Postcard Poems: Glitter in my Eye

I got some glitter in my eye
It's itch was something tough
But before it fell it sparkled so
a diamond in the rough

So superficial pretty it
flickers faintly the dazzled joy
reflecting an affected happiness
the bliss of a boy

It burned at the touch
bursting into a thousand matching flares
revealing to me the heARTland
at which this hero stares

I got some glitter in my eye
it took me for a turn
gave me incentive in glue to invest
lest again my eyes shall burn

An Image of Eros - May 4, 2012

Start a poem, never finish, draw a pretty picture instead. 

Eros shoots true, his arrows machine gun rapid

pop! pop! pop! and hearts bleed, shirts soaked

crimson by this violence of love.

Venus laughs, a joyous and terrible sound,

echoing down from the slopes of Olympus

Postcard Poems: Untamed Heart

You can't take pictures of nature
You can, but how does a picture
capture the majesty of the outdoors?
A picture is beauty removed from experience
you had to be there.
You had to feel and hear and taste and smell it.
Nature is a full body experience
gifted us by our ancestors.
You can't take pictures of the past,
only the right now
which quickly fades
behind.

January 15, 2012

I have a confession:
I want you to break my heart
and prove to me this thing called love.
Because I feel it.
Burning.
Somewhere deep in my chest
waiting for release.
This Pandora's box contains a sun
that I want to shine
that I want to incinerate this tragic body.
Once I've been overwhelmed
with the fury of a newborn star,
I'll be left holding the shards
of the fragile container
lucky enough to have housed
such brilliance.
I want you to break my heart
and set free the sweetness
I've been holding back
like candy from a piñata.
The act of release is violent
but it makes it rain
so others may find joy.

Pasta Sauce

I am pregnant,
waiting to give birth
to the Love holding me and tethering me
to a future unforseen.
I feed it from an umbilical
fastened of heartstrings.
Greater and lesser loves exuded
as radiance
in the simple act of a smile.
I am pregnant,
waiting to give birth,
the Seed that was implanted in me
fertilized with warm thoughts

Postcard Poems: EtOH

EtOH
I would find you
all the more intoxicating
if I removed but two letters