Indifferent Seas

disappointment is not
a journey it's a thing,
omissions are absent
truth lies. they sting.
 
it's not an over extended,
accident, those deliberate
smiles where energy
has minds of its own. 

when realizations
settle into the fray,
when one day it
hits like thunder
and drowns like rain,
it's a melancholy moment,
swirling the cosmic drain.

there are sections of
time that stand solitary,
they span slowly,
lasting particles of
peacefulness that
flatten out the fragments
those scorching
singularly crimes.

there are necks that
smell of sunshine,
the beginning of summertime,
fall flowers as ear lobes,
where the secrets are told;
bury my face there,
in the alabaster stare.

pain washes orgasmic,
tears escape laugh lines,
revealing heartache,
coupled with closure,
and I'm standing in the
limelight where this
experience feels like a blink,
where I'm on the brink
of leaping.

chess boards have
become violin cords,
I pluck the strings
singing myself into where
acceptance has good posture,
where healing is my father,
letting go is my mother,
holding you accountable,
is my brother, and i
am adding spines to this
memoir of lessons as
the air flows from my chest.

loving freely comes at times
with a cost, at times,
with a loss and where once
a bitter angst would have
become my temperament
i am feeling sympathetic
at the unnecessary attempts,
of the need, the want,
the irrelevance of the hunt.

i am long ago spoken,
leaving kiss marks like
tokens of time
that float thoughts of
there once was a girl i knew,
a girl who could have been you,
a girl like me
sometimes lost, drifting at sea,
I grab the oar, dipping furiously,
into the foam where
the angels sing,
where the indifference
can't hurt me.

~vennie~ copyright @ dbv publishing