Short Fall

Momentary madness, I loosed my wayward heart from its cold cage to drift its way
To you
The silly sedulous thing...
Like Travis Barker playing staccato beats its insidious music formed a soundtrack
Whose pulsatory rhythm lulled my legion defenses
And soothed me into dreaming a dream of unconditional regard...
Who would have thought the demise of my carefully crafted aloof guise
Would be found in eyes that reflect the blue of the skies
And create an atmosphere full of lofty dreams of tenderness and trust?
But I must
Stay tethered to my reality platform
Because
A fall that happens close to the ground
One can recover from © All Textual Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett

For Andrew

Po(a)p(i)py

Chaotic, hypnotic images and feelings blossom within me
A mixed bouquet of sweetness intertwined with bitter twisted vines that yield the poison fruit of fear
They run rampant in the fertile soil of my soul
You make me want to run
Away
And to you
To stay
In the haven that your arms and heart offer
A bright flower amidst dull weeds, you induce a feeling of euphoria
Addiction
Consumes me
You sicken me
With your lovely, languid sweetness
Your beauty has ensnared me so completely, love
That I want to, in turn, pluck you
Harvest your potency
Drink it down until I am lost
In you
Until nothing is left
But you
In me
As I lie
Found
Inside of you All Textual Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett

For Andrew

Tangled Up In You

This day, like a warm woolen blanket
Covered the evidence of my hypertrophied heart
Gave me a plausible alibi for the resulting exuberance
And formed a lovely background for the artistry of two souls and bodies entangled in the grass

Blue skies with scudding clouds
Were a worthy distraction
From eyes that saw too much
And pierced through my flimsy facade like a sword

Cerulean turned to cobalt
And white puffs of air to orange, pink, purple and gray
As the heat disembogued from daylight star
Turned into the cold breath of night

As I was lying down
Tangled up in you
On the cool, hard ground
I found
That cold night air
Doesn't stand a prayer
Against the warmth generated
From feelings that are shared

While I contemplated the rightness of the wrong
And the wrongness of the right
I realized that nothing within me was prepared, or willing to fight
The destruction of the darkness of solitary shade
An unconscious decision was made
And so I stayed...
And prayed
That the sweetness of those moments would not ever end
And that even though I could not comprehend
How my friend and I could transcend
The boundaries of time and place
I would one day understand
The magnitude of the gift we were given...© All Textual Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett

For Andrew

Familiar Stranger

He has spring sky-colored eyes
The sort that hold the remnant of winter's cold with the promise of summer heat
Lips made to sin, corruptibly curved
In a face that is at once friendly and reserved
He's a study in contrasts
Strong, yet sensitive
Astute, but a practitioner of selective perception
He wields his intelligence like a deadly weapon
Laid back, but definitely extremely alert
He piqued my curiosity
Provided fuel for an intense desire
To bask in the blaze of his intellectual fire
He is a comfortable companion
But he evokes conflicting sensations in me
I find myself blushing for no reason
Feeling like my affinity for him makes me guilty of treason
I wonder what purpose lies behind our meeting
I hope that we can share time and energy
Without any of the drama I abhor
And I hope that he sees that my intentions are pure
I recognize his spirit
And see its similarities to my own
I hope that he will understand that I truly intend
To allow every opportunity for us to be friends... © All Textual Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett

For Andrew