What She's Not

 

She's nothing like the city sky

at night.

She is not a turned off boob tube

with reflection of a crest.

Can't be a piercing darkness

with freckles.

Nothing but a wave of night to sharpen the owls hoots echoing 

the still sidewalks.

The opposite of silhouette branches before

streetlights manifest attention

from the spaces unknown, 

lacking glow.

Never a slap of cold against the neck, or 

any forgotten friends tumbling 

on the ground to no end.

Contrasting the rest.

Sorry, she don't apologize for being anything.

~Tina Meeks

Catching Up on Sleep

 

Catching up with you is only an illusion.

When falling asleep, I think

about all that the day has done for me,

and wanting only a little more of your time.

Hiding from you and running away, whilst watching the

empty streets and wishing you'd appear.

I hide myself, yet

beg silently for you.

Horrified that I never saw it before.

Denied it could ever be true.

You could actually tear me apart

from the inside, if you wanted to,

and it'd be so much worse than 

the marathon run down heart and

evaporated motivation.

Though the moment you drape yourself

over me,

I drift into an unstructured realm;

a whole dimension that has life because

you've gifted it to me.

If I have to go a single night without you,

I would end up deeper into the crevices of the creaky floor boards

and stew in the wreckage.

A night when you're not there

is a romanticized particle of shuffling

in the sheets, pressing

against the cold, so something can have my attention

when restlessly spacing out 

and dreading the seconds passing by

with you not there.

Wishfully thinking that any moment now,

I'd close my eyes and you'd appear.

~Tina Meeks

Beach Day

 

Keeping myself busy by calling forth

our destinations together.

We are like sand castles before crumbling

down into the beached trenches.

The sand that gets taken home.

Lets be beached.

Harpoon me to you.

I want nothing but the scar tissue to show that

I wanted it that bad.

But it hurts to love you

and want to feel something with you

when it's bits of my being disintegrating before you

with out even touching.

Our coherency is magnetic and when we aren't,

my head loses connections to most things

so I look for you like raindrops in puddles

so that I know if its raining or not.

Looking for you is like looking 

for a raindrop in the ocean.

I'm no shark, so I'll sink my feet into land lover's sand

and try building sand castles

that won't collapse.

~Tina Meeks