Flake in the Snow

I dream I am a snowflake floating against a pale, gray sky
Dancing in the breeze, cold and wet
Until I come to rest in the warm hand of a man
I melt as he closes his hand around me
I melt into a river that winds its way across his skin
Soaking into him
As he enjoys being covered in my liquid warmth
I enjoy the heat of him
But then I evaporate
And he can't feel me anymore
And he again holds out his hand
For the next snowflake that comes along...© All Textual Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett

A Love Supreme

Have you ever watched a hazy, gray sky turn blue?
It's like a picture of love coming into focus
One moment, there is a veil of uncertainty and insecurity in the air
A whiff of promise
Then, the catalyst
The heat of passion like the heat of the sun
Feeding the heart with its light, burning through the veil
Until nothing but the purity of blue is left
Vivid and rich
A crystalline quality to the air
Hidden vistas revealed
The birds, the wind, the smell of the earth
All making me nostalgic for the pure love I had known
Before I was born into this flesh
Turning me into a danger, but never a threat © All Textual Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett

Discernment

I observe from afar, aware of your unspoken need for respect and appreciation
I listen to the soundtrack your spirit emits
Attentively examining your character under the flickering glow of your hopes and fears
I yearn for us to mingle energy
Perhaps you and I might find something between us, besides a penis
Because I believe that you came across my path for a divinely intended purpose
And such joys come undeceived
Please grant me a chance
Not at romance
Just enlightenment
Permit to discover within the realms of our conversations
Necessary stimuli to maintain mutual admiration
And respect
Erasing the prejudices created by our previous relations
Seeking steadfast focus on us, and what we may in time become:
Lifelong friends
Open the door to your mind and heart
So that I can see through your eyes
I want to take the time to see that which isn't advertised:
Your heart and your trust
You keep them hidden on a back shelf in your soul
Where they collect dust
Because you refuse to allow yourself to be vulnerable, or emotionally honest
Because you too fear sharing them with someone who just won't give a fuck
And hand them back to you all used up and putrid
Like some shit
But unlike most others, I am one who chooses to do right
Holding my head high
I'm constant like constellations
I am not afraid to tell the truth, or to receive it
And I see through eyes that can penetrate the most carefully crafted facades
So I sit here, trying to replace doubt with reassurance
Converting hesitation into synergy
Emotional overflow
Perhaps we can help each other to see what we've never seen
And what we've been too afraid to know© All Textual Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett

Merry F***ing Christmas

Kristiana: Santa, I've been texting u like mad, yet have received no reply. I haven't been bad, so I keep trying 2 figure out why?

Santa: Kristiana, my dear, remember I see all, the great things you've done & the bad no matter how small, I must remind u that even when there's no light, I can still see the naughty things u do in the night, & you've been naughty. SMH.

Kristiana: WTF?!!

Kristiana: Santa, dear Santa, don't u think ur out of line? The stuff I do at night is my business, yes mine! Isn't there an age limit to ur evening viewing? There should b bcuz u don't need to see what adults r doing!

Santa: Kristiana, my dear, ur response says a lot. Ur defensive reply shows that good, you are NOT! Needless to say, u r not getting gifts. And I don't really care to hear if u r miffed.

Kristiana: Santa, rethink ur course of action. U better care about my satisfaction. U rn't the only 1 with the power of sight. I know the naughty things U'VE been doin’ at nite.

Santa: Kristiana, U don't possess magical powers like me. Even if u did there's nothin 2 c. I'm St. Nick, & above reproach. There's nothin about my behavior u need 2 broach. Nothin u say'll make me fear u. Watch out, or u won't get anything next year 2.

Kristiana: Santa, you really don't want to f**k with me, I have no qualms about calling you out you see. Don't think that I don't know, the REAL reason you say, "Ho Ho Ho!" You should be on top of the naughty list. Who are you to judge after all the women you've kissed? And not just on the lips. You've kissed your fair share of breasts, legs, and hips. And no, I am not talking about chicken. Those weren't only Mrs. Claus' parts you've been lickin'...

Santa: Kristiana, you have no proof. I'm Santa Claus, nobody would believe the truth. I tried to tell you to quit while you were ahead. On Christmas day don't even bother to get out of bed. There will definitely be nothing under the tree for you. And if you keep up with the slander I will definitely sue. So silence is what you should definitely choose. A fight with me is one you'll lose...

Kristiana: Santa, you should know me better than that. You know I don't shrink from getting down on the mat. Go ahead and don't leave me anything under the tree. And you will find out how sorry you'll be. I am not one of those silly chicks you can trick. I have the skinny on you and your d**k. You shoulda known one day it would catch up to you. Your little racket is definitely through. I love how small cameras are now. You can take all kinds of pictures that leave no room to disavow.

Santa: Prove it.

Kristiana: Sending...

(After about 10 minutes)

Santa: Kristiana, I was only joking around with you before. I'll give you what you want plus much much more. So, what was it you said that you'd like? A watch, a ring, a car, a motorbike? You can have whatever you like, my dear child. I've always said you had a good heart underneath all the wild. Whatever you want, really, just let me know. No matter what it is to the ends of the earth I'll go. I'll get you all kinds of treasures. Getting you your heart's desire will definitely be my pleasure.

Kristiana: Santa, you've annoyed and disgusted me with your hypocrisy. I wish the childhood image of you is the one I could see. But no, it's been replaced with images of your ass. You want to give me presents now, but I will pass. There's only one thing I want and it's for you to just handle your primary business. And with that I will say Merry F***ing Christmas. Santa you have acted so foolish, That I think I just might switch to being Jewish... © All Textual Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett

Gapping the Bridge

Here you come again, with all your sweet words
Telling me things, I’ve already heard
Looking at me with those deep, bedroom eyes
I cannot resist being soothed by your lies
Abused and consumed by those lies

I said goodbye, I watched you go
But deep in my heart, I already know
You will be back, to take more of me
And I’ll try again, to be what you want me to be
Not what I need to be....

I wish I had the strength to just end it clean
The ability to say and stand by what I mean
Because I can hear the bridge between us snap
Every time you come and go it just widens the gaps

You came back to me, you couldn’t stay away
I let you come, because without you my days were so gray
But soon enough, you made me regret giving in
It’s always a battle that neither of us wins
In the end neither of us ever wins....

Back and forth we’ve gone now, for much, much too long
Trying to start over new, or right the old wrongs
But this time around, there’s no bridge left to cross
Just a wide channel filled with a deep river of loss
All hope of love drowned in a river of loss

I wish I’d had the strength to just end it clean
I wish I’d been able to say and stand by what I’d mean
Because all of the love in my heart has been tapped
And all that is left are the pieces of a bridge that was gapped © All Textual Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett

Encounter

A simple catastrophe
The exchange of idle pleasantries, while thinking of possibilities
From the first glance a connection was made that transformed the situation
We went from being complete strangers,
To necessary acquaintances
I saw through the sanguine smile
And intuited that his heart had traveled many miles over rocky terrains
He was a shadow in the deep blue of dusk
At a point where he needed a rest stop
I thought my heart would pop
Because...
My body felt the heat of hellfire
And higher my spirit went
Thinking, he's from heaven sent
I, wanting to rejoice, counted my blessings in his presence
Praying for communion with his soul
So the world might bear witness to my testimonies
Notion of him and his spirit in ME
More and more conversations transpired
Produced sparks that led to intellectual, physical and emotional brushfires
A precursor to the denouement
He, a supernatural phenomenon
Voice resonating with intelligence
Body boasting confidence
Silently proclaimed that he was king of this concrete jungle
I tried not to underestimate his game
Calculating each move like Bobby Fisher
I attempted to figure out how to position myself to put him in mate
Defining the moment I met him as fate
I titled each consequent meeting as destiny
At this point, all reason deserted me
I got ensnared seeking the divine
Through eyes that were blind
He bore my soul away
And now nothing but a hole remains
A sweet melody absent of refrains
He forced an anomaly in the emotional equation because my affection was unrequited
I was enslaved by his teasing caresses, passion, empty promises and dirty talk
I followed behind him stumbling, while he walked
I, the sentimental fool
Constantly the martyred one
Allowed my being to accept the tab for the greater sum
Of mindless infatuation
In my efforts toward emotional prosperity
I have come to acknowledge that the truth about love
Is that it is nothing more than an unquestioned fallacy we take for granted
In order to live
Yet, I know that again my soul I'd give
To the rack
To be wrought
On hot irons....© All Textual Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett

Consider This

We, descendants of our most primal cousins
Existing in so chaotic a state
We spend most of our time trying to keep ourselves sufficiently satiated
Never truly completely evolving into ourselves
Moving through life via the vehicles of our most primal desires
Hunger, lust, mental stimulation, social acceptance
Overly concerned with protecting our own insecurities and fallacies
In life we create systems to sheriff such deficiencies
Be it marriage, sexual exploits, politics, or organized religion...© All Textual Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett

Wall Street Lover

You lied to them
Selling them lemon dreams of happiness
Wrapped in green paper promises of security, wealth, independence and freedom

You successfully seduced them all
With all of your deceptively beguiling wiles

Fickle lover
You allowed some of them unlimited access to your charms
Others, you only gave a stingy sample
A sample that only served to intensify the hunger
Still others, you only allowed a glimpse of your naked promise

Tawdry tease
The glimpse only made them yearn the more
The sample only made them strive that much harder
To bring about the fruition of desires you never intended to fulfill

Those with free access found out too late that it wasn't really free
They had sold their souls for a dream

How many licks does it take to offend?
How many dollars must one spend?
How many rules must one bend?
How many crooked politicians must one defend?
How many ethics must one amend to transcend this treacherous activity that has us suspended in this state between heaven and hell?

Salacious siren
Those who aren't deafened by your pecuniary pleas
Who aren't blind to the fine print
Clearly see the writing on the wall
Know it's time for you to fall

You spread a disease from which so many must recover
But that's what they get from taking on such a whorish lover...© All Textual Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett