Dwell

I dwell in what I imagine your scent to be

Lingering the moments of air

Out and in the realm of my source

Envision the hues of you

Mahogany  like silhouette

Dripping the inner of my emotions

I dwell in what I imagine your soul to be

Craving the fated memories

And moons elude us

Betwixt the suns breath 

Beneath the willows weep

Alluring whispers are kept 

And I seek

What I imagine

Anticipation

Anticipation

The fragrance of  you  my soul seeks

And heart beats with

Deep sighs til sun takes the moon

Rise and 

My eyes speak in past tense 

Clearly unsure

But

Unspoken soliloquies erect in my 

Position

I await you

My inner thighs dance to the bump of your rhythm

And

I shift in my patience

Anticipation has taken over me

Lately

Daydreaming

Chasing the midnight silence By the glow of the distressed stars The motion of my somber dreams And the breeze of your nearness I graze the spirit of your pitted silhouette Wondering Which blink of your excavated eye, Will I Expire into the gravity of your longing? I do not breathe the air hoping for breath Nor Circulate my thoughts hoping for certainty Within the grasp of our honey suckle vine Dry bleeding the fruits bruised Raping the moments intended And abusing the conception of love Daydreaming …simply daydreaming -Vernette Harris 2012

The Promise

Your promise was "No promises" And My expectation To expect nothing from it all Falling into a black hole No promises has sought me Finding The air is deep, you speak And I suffocate In the swallowing Truly in sadness Running sideways, dazed Paths be in blueness And blackness clarifies That happiness is colorful Like the purples you promised me Caution elopes the breeze And The quick step has suffered And deceased We meet Far beyond Arriving at no promise Expecting to be loved -Vernette Harris

My Moon, His Sky

He is a hard one to love



Say things in multiple silences


And I forgive his inexperience


Multiplying in a cataclysmic


Carefree


Combustion






I can’t ponder his frailty


Rise up my legs


Touching thighs


And be blessed


…thank me later






Oh I welcome your blindness


Freedom deliverance in an agonizing moan


Visualizing complex simplicity


Is unheard of






How insecure be the throne of you


Like do I really walk amongst his tears?


Throw away my own brightness


Stretch my arms to his sky






I wither at the moment he wrestles me


Do I dare leave me there ebbing?


The reason why our world craves an opening


Tide


So it seems






So ever clear, the blue hue is not happy tears


I’ve even shattered the moon in half


Split the screen in my dreams


And nothing would appear






Filter


His fear


A hard one


To love


He is…




©Vernette Harris 2011

Sunday Rose

Running immediately backwards in slow motion


Peeking at the wasted scenery

And closing eyes to the memories

Eyelids have exhausted themselves in wondering

While tears linger and remain unmoved



There lies a willow tree and beneath

Are his scurried footsteps

Embedded in the mud scattered above

Rooted promises…

Gravitating to his spirit lying in it



I gaze at the droop of the leaves…

Insinuating anguish and suddenly

Sorrow is no longer dangling

And in my journey back in time,

We’ve said our goodbyes in the form of a hello kiss



Searching the emptiness of black and white highlights

Making out the shadow waiting in abated anxiety

And you…

To greet your soliloquy of aspiration

Wrapping myself in the comfort of the rapture

I’ve become undone, in the moment



You’ve somehow captured the movement in his eyes

Resembling his distant stare of ardor

And I welcome the sun rising from your hindering soul

Melting in its glow



Fast forward to the seconds in which we’ve once ignored

I am spread upon the point of it all

Banging fists through the air filled voices

Silence ensues…

Giving thought to hearts pounding in a steady beat



We arrive separately and meet the beautiful rhythm



Afar…

Divine and lonely…like a Sunday Rose



© Vernette Harris 2011

Quiet Storm

Awakened and maddened


Alarm of voices

Banging loudly

And permeating through thick skin

Hair wrestling with pillow fabrics

Suffocating

And talking pillows begin to whisper

No longer a murmur

The screams are fading

The end is nearing

The sun is roaring

Targeting ashamed eyes

And mellow drifts through eyelids

Resting inside the walls

Adjacent to bangs once more

Covered in splattered fear

Her shell ascend

And mounts to the heavens

Frozen by peace

Or death

And whatever blood drawn

By the explosion of

An epiphany