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Non-Fiction

WHAT YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID
Hand Touching Water
WHAT IT MEANS TO LIVE IN THE RECKLESSNESS OF SILENCE
Red Flowers
XI.XX.XCIV

Poetry

Linger

I carried my fear of the world into the winter cotton sheet where we catalyzed together -- you asked me why I was falling like lovesick saltwater pools, was I lost... or possibly drowning? I rested my head on your breast and I heard your heart confessing -- I told you I miss you and your tic-tac smile gently whispered I'm here but when your warm weary hands traced the damp arch of my cheek I could feel your body fading -- I began wrapping my arms tighter holding your hips close, closer like new lovers in winter. I don't want you to go and you hid my supplicate eyes in the crook of your neck so I couldn't see how you were crying too -- but I knew when I brushed your shivering lips on mine that though our bare curves stayed entwined we were still so far from unadulterated ecstasy -- I carried my fear of the world into the lingering reverie of night where we laid together like fish underwater, raptured -- and I thought about what it would be like to lose the pillowcase comfort of your body or the kiss the left my heart throbbing --

And Anything...

It's like we live in a secret world, unknown to the souls around us. Like we stand on opposite sides of the room and we look into each others eyes and we just know without words without hesitation without fear or uncertainty or doubt, that you see me and I see you and nothing else matters. But it's a feeling that we can't describe to others... because it's new and exciting and free. Free to be everything. And anything.

Stay In This Moment With Me And

pour me another, as I meet your clairvoyance with indifference, for I may never know if anything lies after you. that's not what I wish, if that suddenly became your worry. I want my remainder of days to be spent in your arms and within reach of your honey-rich voice. I want our hands to never part and our feet to stay in step beside each other along the sand. I want us to wade into the water together and let our souls cast out to sea. but for now -- pour me another.

Once Upon a Love-Struck Mind

did you see me through the fog of our memories? I waited for you there on the shore of our beginnings - every touch we shared lain just beneath the waves. I saw you amidst the sails, breathing with the wind - like we used to together. do you remember our first kiss among the stars? we belonged there. time had no hold on us, and existence was simply just you and me.

Let Me Fall

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live as a drop of rain falling through the air. To see my end and yet not fear it. Knowing that it will one day lead me back to my mother, who will once again allow me to fall. I wish to be at peace like the rain is. To find it as the rain does. Even in the midst of a storm. ESPECIALLY in the midst of a storm. When the world around is at the height of chaos. When the air is harsh, and strength unwavered. That is where I wish to find it. Because only then, will I know it's true.

09.15

I think about you, and... It just makes sense. Everything I ever felt -- Everything that ever happened -- Was so that one day, I would look up. I would look up and I would see the future I had always hoped for, in the curve of your smile. The warm feeling I had been needing, Radiating under the touch of your skin. And the love I had been searching... everywhere for -- Sitting so simply in the depths of your eyes. I think about you, and... The rest goes quiet. Because nothing is as consuming as the way I feel for you. I could just cry Thinking about how many birthdays, How many eye lashes, How many shooting stars I spent, Wishing for you... How every fortune cookie I opened, Every poem I read, Every sentence I wrote... Was all really about you. I think about you, Because you and I... Just makes sense.

Spoken Treasure

your steps were soft today, my dear... like your toes were eggshells worried that with each movement your being cracks a bit more. what is your sorrow, my dear? hand it to me, let it drip through your soft pastel fingers, so that i too can feel as you do -- two broken hearts can repair each other if we let them. your crystal eyes glistened today, my dear... like you saw your past laid bare before you. come, close your blue sea beauties and walk with me, away from the toxicity we used to know and toward something worth your artistry. find trust in me, my dear and i will treasure the word that is your name.

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