Lonely Attachment

 I still dream about you

We share intimacy, yet no emotional connection

We force actions over our words

while whispering sweet nothings with no depth

We are trying to make a pendulum in order

to take our chances and risk something with each other

I hardly know you and have no idea

why I'm trying so hard to fight for a feeling I'm only half invested in

Loneliness is hurting my insides and keeping a bad taste in my mouth

I have spun around in circles trying to understand what to do next

I think I like you?

 And trying not to be selfish or possessive and protect

 myself from unknown bodies of human affection

I enjoy being unreadable

Legible, I am not

Try me, don't judge me

 touch me, don't budge me

Be patient, don't rush me

I think we like holding each other at a healthy distance

While caressing the back of your hand

While stroking the inside of my thigh

Whisk me away,

sweep me off my feet,

and good luck.

~Tina Meeks

Marina Sunset

It's almost imagination that falls behind the sun

The space that doesn't seem to exist at all.

Whether it be the clouds or more mountains and hillside,

or maybe it's simply the other side of the sun.

There is nothing more bittersweet than the sun falling

behind the peaks of a distant ridge and witnessing

the break between night and day.

Like the shadows between you and I reveal themselves

in the moments the turmoil stiffens into tumultuous, sunburning 
and blinding of the darkness.

~Tina Meeks