Atlas no longer

My shoulders ache

The crane of my neck

A constant agony

That send hammers to my brain

Vibrating through every nerve

-

My hands blister

From the grip tightened

On the near impossible

Tightening with each slipping second

-

Eyes meet and a sigh

It slips out of my grasp

I stand tall and feel the crack

And snap as limbs move again

Blood and sinew become

Limber and useful

-

The globe rolls away

And I smile

Struggles

Clashing titans

Of brain and heart

Struggling for air

Strummed

Strumming her fingers

Along my skin

Making me hum and quiver

The soft white flesh

Of my upper thigh

Looks ghostly

Against her tanned knuckles

I shudder at the sensation

Being strummed

Like a tightened guitar

In the hands of a true artist

Voice of lies

It grates on raw, severed nerves

-

The lies within the words

That clench my fist

Bite moon crescents into flesh

White then red

A sting, a warning

-

Not enough!

Showering Together

Tears melt into

The warm heated stream

While somehow

Vulnerability and safety

Hold hands

Wheels and rain

The motors of the wheels

Chuckle as they pull up

In to the craft

At an angle the rain

Splashes against the window

Rivers and streams, thick and thin

Walking in snow

Ca-runch, ca-runch

Heel-toe, heel-toe

For safety and pleasure

Making my way

Along the white ground

Smiling at the sound

And the smell

And the view