The dark and the light mix
Matched, perfectly balanced
Hanging in the balance, dark
Turning into light, illuminated
Grey, like a fluorescent paint,
Picking up the white of the
Sky, holding it in its pigment,
Brilliant yet dull. It's early yet.
Just wait until the sun bursts
Through the clouds, it'll add
A touch of lemony butter to
The palette, brightening the
Hues. Soon it will be daylight
Author Archives: therealtamara
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Vegas
What happens in Vegas?
Gambling, grumbling, why
Does it stay in that arid
Place? It's not like we're
Mobsters, digging holes
In the desert? Burying our
Enemies with their sins
And ours. What could it be
That has to stay in Vegas?
What happened?
Menacing
There are shadows lurking
Under the bed. I know that
I can find a threat in them
Although the menace isn't
Ingrained in their random
Slow, movements, darkly
Reflected against the light
They are merely shadows
Cloudy and hazy
Heat makes me crazy, I
See it irks you, too, this
Hazy, heated oppression,
Air thicker than its usual
Transparency, its normal
Appearance, would make
Clear. Clarity is not in the
Air. When it's this hot, it
Envelops you, deep into
Your skin, your pores are
Resistant. Heat is sitting
On the surface, all over
Your body. Hot weather
Let loose, let go. It's hot
What?
Hot hot hot dazed
Hot hot lazy, heat
Makes you crazy,
Crazed, hot dreary
Dreamy, lazy, daisy
Hot, heat, hot, slow
You
This is where I miss you most
When the sky is so beautiful I
Have to share its perfect color
This is when I miss you more
Where we might have walked
Together, sharing the night
I want to whisper with every
Breath how much I need you
To help me make the beauty
Real. This is when I miss you.
Never again will we walk like
That. Our bodies close, our
Hands holding tight, not alone
The perfect sky something to
Share. This is when I miss you
Summer night
When the night sky is so perfect
I yearn to share it, to say look as
I touch your cheek in the tender
Silence that is often the language
Of love. Intimacy needs no words
We caress those we love to urge
Them to see the beauty we know.
Our caress is a whisper echoing
The perfection in the night that
Signals this is for you, we must
Share this. When the night is that
Perfect, that is when I miss you.
Under the perfect twilight sky, I
Miss you seeing the beauty we
Knew, the quiet we shared, the
Perfect darkening sky on this or
That perfect summer night. This
Is for you. Look. I miss you.
Never again
We will never walk like that
Again
Our bodies close, our hands
Clasped
Our shoulders brushing in
Casual
Intimacy, our conversation a
Shortcut
To shared thoughts, reflecting
Familiarity,
Spoken softly, understood in
Silence
Expressed in a caress or a
Touch
Instinctual, as our bond of
Love
We will never walk like that
Again
Hatred
War is hatred enacted
Inflicted from one man
To another. Inflicted by
Your nation state, not
Of your choosing even
If the hatred you are
Acting out is part of
The dogma you were
Led to believe. Beliefs
About the other, who
Is like you, my warrior,
Just a man. Humaniry
Dies where hatred lives
Unravelling
Living is a long thread
Of yarn, sometimes in
My favorite color, a red
So bright and vibrant it
Leaves no mystery but
Can always be found.
In subtler moments, a
Quiet beige blends into
The corners, teases but
Never tempts or stands
Out, not flagrant or bold.
The yarn makes patterns
It clumps in soft places.
The defiance gone from
It after days of following
Its destiny. Color mixes,
Dulled by the passing of
Time, only hinting at its
Fullest force.
Tamara, really 