Sweating

Water bottle sweating
Lover heavy petting
Someone in a stranger’s house
I’m better off forgetting

-Galwyn

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Fresh Air

Fragrance wandering through
Soft and subdued
Perfume of passion
As my heartache secludes
Your words never rude
You smartly exude
That wit and repose –
What I crave to include
My urge for you smolders
Far from reveries lewd
Let me wander beside
While you quell solitude

-Galwyn

Perhaps

The silken base of a feather
The oily gradient of a flower petal
The chromatic sky leading to dusk

All things I saw so clearly in my youth
Yet I lacked to words to speak of
So now I hold the words in my throat
But gasp them away
As I have lost the beauty

Perhaps that which is truly beautiful
Is only that without definition?
My poems, are but shadows on the wall
Of emotions never clearly grasped
My dream love, is but a feeling in my soul
Never to be given form

Yet tears exist as glistening hope
For they are come from our hearts
And leave puddles on the earth
Perhaps the translation is possible
Perhaps my words will caress someone
Perhaps a love will find my arms

Perhaps
I’ll find beauty once more
Have the words for it
And remain silent
Just as I should have

-Galwyn

Escaping

I see the future so ideal
But it’s divided from the real
All the spending and saving
No joy or misbehaving

Placing the cards
For a game of dice
I imagine a life
Which I’ve grown to need
But when I look to the faces
I see them, and hers, but not me

I crave fast moments filled with fire
Yet I hoard funds with letdowns
In the coffin of desire
Burying the dead
As if they would wake

Yet these yet-to-be dreams
Fall apart at the seams
For it could all end in fire and silence
In three minutes
Not thirty years

So the life that I’m seeing
Is fleeting
And fading
From the life of a being
Born into beating and breaking
Robbing and raping
Torn up and fractured
Between fleeing and taking
I don’t have 30 years
For a future that’s faking
So I’ll set those dreams ablaze
Settling for escaping

-Galwyn

It Shouldn’t Hurt

It shouldn’t hurt
The scalpel slices deep
Traces my veins and lets them run wild
My brain and heart are dead
As they should be
Spine tapped and arms strapped
Legs wrapped tight
Bound to this skin
And I cannot flee

This shouldn’t hurt
The words of calming
Like pulses of a monitor
Ringing their way
Singing their way
Out of you and into me

This shouldn’t hurt
They ways things are and ought to be
Yet there wasn’t a formula
No chemical compound
Which brought you here to me

But it does hurt
My arms quaking
Temples throbbing and collapsing
Breath scattered and brief
Staring desperate to the florescent light
Wishing it wouldn’t burn
Wishing you were all I could see
It tears me limb from limb
Cracks every tooth
From clenching in my sleep
You’ll stay with me
Like this pain
It shouldn’t hurt
But if it didn’t,
There wouldn’t be you and me

-Galwyn