The Real LJ Idol * Season 11 *Week 23 Intersection: "I'm the Usain Bolt of Running From My Problems"
shifting tides pulled discontent into a
tsunami which cracked open my
oyster chest, sent my
pearlescent heart
rolling across sandbars, desperate
to be plucked by admiring
eyes
caught in the undertow and then
my desire washed up on shore
beached and barely
breathing, so
I followed swiftly,
wrapped snug in my
sealskin, so sure
into the wide palms of a lonely man.
I wrapped him in my pelt and thighs
to thaw grief from his bones, I
took his tongue into my
mouth.
I sighed the long held breath
of relief
into his struggling lungs,
warmed a flush back
into his pallid cheeks and
drank
despair from the deep well of his
face.
I wrung sea water from my hair and
distilled it pure and sweet to pour into
his hungry mouth,
I saved the salt to season his meals, I
hand fed him with care,
pressed my fingers into stinging hives to slather
his lips with honey.
But, he turned his back to me as
I licked my own welts,
applied my own balms, even as I
tended every scrape and kissed every ache up and down
his unkempt body.
I sang lullabies so
he could sleep, and I stayed awake
all the while to
watch the shifting
shadows of his unease
swell and swallow.
Even as my own body felt the chill of biting and blustery moods,
even as my own skin paled and cracked, dehydrated and brittle,
I went hungry and I gnashed my teeth at the scraps I could find to
sustain, to endure.
I suspected he still wore my pelt around
his shoulders when I was not looking
because sometimes he
smelled like freedom
even though we had been
locked in a death embrace
for years and a day, so I
went to the sea shore and let the
cold take a swallow of me, a mere wisp of the wholeness I used to be,
wrapped my once snug sealskin around the hollowness of my starved self
waterlogged and heavy, I dove but
I didn’t have the strength to go
back into the deep waters, so I drifted,
landed on another shore into a restless sleep
full of harsh edges and invisible threats, longing
for soft spaces and kind gestures, another lover
whose hair was braided with seashells,
her shoulders draped with sea foam and the
jeweled veil of my gratitude, my bones warmed
with her unconditional love.
***
My dreams came true and I am elated to say I intersected with bleodswean. I came to her with a strange little idea and as usual, she blew me away with her tender story telling, and pulled all my heartstrings. Please read her entry here:
https://bleodswean.livejournal.com/403781.html
If you enjoyed our companion pieces, please follow this link to the poll to vote for them! The poll closes Monday, June 8th at 8pm EDT.
https://therealljidol.livejournal.com/1139722.html
tsunami which cracked open my
oyster chest, sent my
pearlescent heart
rolling across sandbars, desperate
to be plucked by admiring
eyes
caught in the undertow and then
my desire washed up on shore
beached and barely
breathing, so
I followed swiftly,
wrapped snug in my
sealskin, so sure
into the wide palms of a lonely man.
I wrapped him in my pelt and thighs
to thaw grief from his bones, I
took his tongue into my
mouth.
I sighed the long held breath
of relief
into his struggling lungs,
warmed a flush back
into his pallid cheeks and
drank
despair from the deep well of his
face.
I wrung sea water from my hair and
distilled it pure and sweet to pour into
his hungry mouth,
I saved the salt to season his meals, I
hand fed him with care,
pressed my fingers into stinging hives to slather
his lips with honey.
But, he turned his back to me as
I licked my own welts,
applied my own balms, even as I
tended every scrape and kissed every ache up and down
his unkempt body.
I sang lullabies so
he could sleep, and I stayed awake
all the while to
watch the shifting
shadows of his unease
swell and swallow.
Even as my own body felt the chill of biting and blustery moods,
even as my own skin paled and cracked, dehydrated and brittle,
I went hungry and I gnashed my teeth at the scraps I could find to
sustain, to endure.
I suspected he still wore my pelt around
his shoulders when I was not looking
because sometimes he
smelled like freedom
even though we had been
locked in a death embrace
for years and a day, so I
went to the sea shore and let the
cold take a swallow of me, a mere wisp of the wholeness I used to be,
wrapped my once snug sealskin around the hollowness of my starved self
waterlogged and heavy, I dove but
I didn’t have the strength to go
back into the deep waters, so I drifted,
landed on another shore into a restless sleep
full of harsh edges and invisible threats, longing
for soft spaces and kind gestures, another lover
whose hair was braided with seashells,
her shoulders draped with sea foam and the
jeweled veil of my gratitude, my bones warmed
with her unconditional love.
***
My dreams came true and I am elated to say I intersected with bleodswean. I came to her with a strange little idea and as usual, she blew me away with her tender story telling, and pulled all my heartstrings. Please read her entry here:
https://bleodswean.livejournal.com/403781.html
If you enjoyed our companion pieces, please follow this link to the poll to vote for them! The poll closes Monday, June 8th at 8pm EDT.
https://therealljidol.livejournal.com/1139722.html