delightfulharmonypoetry:

vagabondprophet:

Hurricane

I don’t believe in true love

Or in soulmates

But I know what happened to me

And I believe in  addiction.

You did not screech or beseech

With kissable lips

And raised eyebrow

With clever fingers set your snare.

I was yours.

You hooked me

With the efficiency of a hurricane,

I became forever yours.

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

How crafty, I seem. But I do not recall it quite that way. 

Around the corner you might find him, they said to me. 
Turn the right or left and there he will be 
Cautiously I inched around each turn that came about
For fear that a pair of eyes and lips would wipe me clear out

There was no corner when I saw you
Just the bones of trees reaching to sky
The brown and gold of burnt grass lost to summer
With clouds ashen blue bearing no lie

Honey gold, ice blue you smiled
They flocked to you, bees to flower
Children to sugar, and all the while…

Roots became of my feet, 
Whispers buzzed in my ears, 
The triple flap of a hummingbird’s wing where my heart used to be

All that time wasted, peeking around corners
But it was the trees that hid you, the clouds that gave you asylum
Attacked without warning, I was
An ambush

Run, said my mind, rational where the rest of me set to fire
Run, for there he is. 
There he is there is he is. 

Mister Right. 

I am glad I tore the roots of my feet from the earth, 
Spun on my heel and set to fleeing
For while you were Mister Right

I was yet Miss Not-Ready.

@vagabondprophet

I’ve wracked my mind

And combed the ashes

But this tale can not recall

For you fled fast and fled well.

You were gone before I saw you,

Naturally I tell the story differently,

The next several years afterwards

I can only theorize.

You were biding your time

And stocking your weapons

Braiding curiosity with courage

To fortify yourself.

You waged a cold war

With a hot body

And a warm tongue.

Studying my heartstrings from afar

Learning which ones to tug

To bring it all crashing down.

The first day I recall seeing you

I recall your pose, and your hat

Slouched nonchalant on the couch

Looking radiant and speaking thoughtfully.

You sharpened and blunted me

In equal measure,

Always useless for the task at hand

Except for finding yours.

Ten long years later and

Your presence is indelibly

Pressed into my heart.

You sunkissed beauty,

You steward of joy and kindness,

You exquisite queen of our little kingdom.

– Vagabond Prophet

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