the force to Fits.
the threats to quit.
the breaking lips.
the thrusting hips.
the Learning
how to Understand:
how to Hold the Own,
yet boldly Hand
the Heart …
to Embrace Start
& not fear End.
to bravely Shade
Our Colors
Blend.
the Mend
of dissolution.
the Evolution
of our Curiously Loosened
kitten-caught tongues,
so Wrapped
and Wrung
in words,
said & un:
you’re the One,
and I am yours.
-j.e. cortlandt
don’t know what the plan is,
but you can share with me.
(Source: NPR, via nprfreshair)
you love the way
her lips
lack thought;
no questions asked,
she just lets you
pour
down
her
throat.
she swallows it all;
she doesn’t
choke.
so cheers,
cause for you
speak is easy,
and so is she.
-j. e. cortlandt
hands like this.
chin to chest.
mouths to wrists,
like that.
just
like
that
.
.
.
Shine this matte-
hearted
girl
with no Questions
asked
… well,
maybe some .
for now, just come
and let’s lay here:
chin to chest,
mouths to wrists;
put your hand
in mine
just
like
this.
.
.
.
-j.e. cortlandt
we Spoke
the Rid:
to Skin the Skid
and Flesh the Live.
and who Said it was easy?
couldn’t have been you,
and it damn sure wasn’t me.
but we Built It …
Still
Build
It:
the Breaking
of two,
in Making
of We.
-j. e. cortlandt
the Chair
just Sat there
Smirking,
with all it’s
snide metaphysics -
completely transfixed
on what should have Grown Old
there …
but it’s just an Empty Chair,
right?
-j.e. cortlandt
