I want you at the edge of your seat.
I want you right next to me.
I want you to dance aggressively
and spin around to fall,
but you'd make it look like a routine.
You do this thing that is a spectacular ending.
Suddenly up,
then down.
Your body is a voice with wind gusts.
Your taste buds are a secret.
You are surround sound.
You are renowned.
Knowledge takes you around the world
without warning.
Will you be here tomorrow?
Tomorrow, will the day bring you here?
~Tina Meeks
I like having secrets.
They are the curves at the edge of a smirk to myself,
The reason I keep quiet,
Why I listen first.
The inner demons raise havoc and hands,
going parallel with the thumping
inside my skeleton.
I like the ability to control
the walls I let down and who can enter
and climb up.
I like to dangle people over my cliff
and see if they can handle it.
If someone can bare the brash
and ash
on the surface of my skin
before attempting to burrow in a place
deep down in the graveyard and marrow.
Assuming some human is a brave enough fellow
to sink in, blindly.
Stick around,
clog my pores without suffocating me...
~Tina Meeks
For whatever reason,
your body makes me hum
lightly to myself.
Between the toes that
occasionally see the light of day.
The abandoned skin, an imprinted flower
that needs fresh water.
The 5 grey hairs hiding
behind and between the rest.
The best I can do is
construct a remembered section of time
to recreate a moment
that has gathered my smiles
and protected my greed.
~Tina Meeks
Grasp me like a doorknob.
My body, cold, until coated
with caressive play.
The heated blanket of romance driven
euphoria, lingering between
our twinkling eyes.
~Tina Meeks
If we sat eye-to-eye
in the usual spots on the couch,
our voices would carry and
intertwine into the next hour
after hour somehow.
If our vessels aren't already full,
tomorrow would be a temple of touch.
~Tina Meeks
The wind kisses my cheeks.
Trying to reciprocate right back,
my breath surfaces around while
you meander
to the peak of the fog.
And I begin to understand that
this interaction is minimal and emotionless
yet, I'm bouldering through feelings
with little to no grip.
This is it.
We are no other than ships in a lifetime
and almost missing each other.
Colliding like icebergs to water's reflection
and coming together to build
a touchable existence when touch occurs.
If only you knew this was the case
as you wander the waters.
If only I could understand that your ship
never anchors for more than an instant
from fear of swarming sharks.
Your net hasn't cast itself,
though you bate for fish that may line up
to your timeline and won't tangle.
Afraid to catch a bite
but the fishing is so fun.
At the inner most corners of my mind
there are crevices of your presence after
an adventure you interpret as a hunt...
I just enjoy the chase.
~Tina Meeks
The boy in you said
it was okay to quiver and cry.
The beast in you woke and roared.
~Tina Meeks
