sullen skies

never have words fallen
so heavily within sullen skies -

rohe

nemises

" i am your one true love who sleeps with someone else.."

- david gray



plunder

as if, I have not seen
what you so gaudily flaunt

as if, I have not seen
the towering piles of metal
along the skyline,
nor the sunken treasures
layed in the depths of the sea,

as if, you offer me
more than some pius claim -
a vapid obtrusion
peaked from your body,
as if you hold a wonder of the world

as if, I should beg to experience
your plundering,
so that you
could lay hold and spoil
the uberous of my womanhood.

rohe

mere mortal

what am i
but mere mortal
in a world of
jutted edges -
bone against flesh,
long limbs
that glide on
immortal idealism,

i looked down,
but only found
soft contours
encompassing my
frame

rohe

pulse

stars shiver,
pulsing -
as they ache

the cessation
of such
scintillating life,

lightyears
beyond,
leaving a
radiating pulse
in wake

- rohe

maps

i stripped away every
  artical of clothing
- plucked from my ribs
a heavy sigh.

i left myself  raw,
  open and aching
no walls to bar,
nor shadows left
to hide behind.

i stood before you
  each  vein
like atlas scores,
a map with all lines leading
between steady thighs,
within sodden lips
  home - where my last
innocence lies.

- rohe

INSPIRED: Finger Bangers

just listen::

loss of words. this is, this is it.

dust

i fell into youth
under the words
that respect and fear
inflected love,

those days
drifted heavily
under a hand
that rendered my tongue
sound proof to
outside ear,
when pleas
hung dry,
spilling like dust
onto old beaten floors

the days of love
meant cold metal
beneath a pillow,
hovering in a corner
as darkness crept in,
sheilding myself over
her little body,
thinking surely -
hell, was a place
i found in every sigh...


rohe

peaks

my body is not a safe haven for your sorrows,
nor the peaks of my feminity to carry the weight of your anger.

rohe

lips

beauty surrounds me,
it weeps from the depths of soul,
for murmers between us
are stronger than
words supressed,
clenched between
aching, angry lips.

rohe

train - music inpiration

train - benjamine gibbard & feist

moments pass, cities flash by

life is like a fast train speeding along,

hundreds of miles come and gone,

here and there - love surpassed.

momentary release,

love is hundreds of miles away and walks.

rohe

sweet peach

sweet peach
iced tea,
does it make
your mind
slip to me,
sweet nector
holy grail,
persperation,
think on tendrals
soft and pale,
summer moist
tongue deep,
sweet peach
iced tea,
does it make
your mind
slip to me


rohe

swing

i want to
  let them swing free,
in a white t

heavy and ripe
  but i am afraid to
watch them bounce -

to hell
  social stigma,
i'd burn this bra



-- or is that to feminist a mantra


rohe

cricket

there's a cricket
  hiding between
a box and the wall,

humming a symphony,
  to the darkness,
 - to the night

could i be thus -
  so familiar with the dark
i sing as if it is light

rohe

unfolding

may i give to you,
a soft unfolding -
  somthing new.

rohe

for harry

she was six,
and he was eight

now he sits,
and demonstrates
a love he cherished.

sixty years
from wedding vows
marked into
a gold band,

we sigh of love -

he has never
felt a weight like this,
no slumbered hand
to kiss

body aged,
bent low -
he fueled affection
but had to watch
her go...

and now
she slumbers
in depths
only his soul
could reach.


rohe

tryst

lets slip away
  on a lovers tryst,
where days slip into languid night

and when the dusk comes -
  let me deftly
reach out to you,

anticipating an engulfing rush,
much like the sea upon the sand.

rohe

thereafter

whisper to me
  your deepest longings,

hold me as if
  you have the fear
that if you let me go -
you could wake
  on the morrow
      and find me gone

love me as if
  you want this moment -

and the one thereafter

.rohe

quote of the day

" Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising every time we fail." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

fragile

But you had

your fill,

didn't you?!

and I, 
am here

standing so fragile

on the brink of desire.


b.rohe

schism

my womb wept
when i said your name,
and you entered my world
in my arms laid -

thrust into womanhood
that same day,
you were the schism between
chosen path
and future laid -

b.rohe

thighs - quote

" to the girls whos thighs ouch, with stretch marks laid like gold across their backside/thank goddess for your abundance"
-kim crosby

heroine - quote

' above all, be there heroine of your life, not the victim."

- nora ephron

sin

would you leave
bite marks on my inner thigh
a sensation that brings salt
to my inner eye,
as it drips down my skin
i lick it and taste sin

b.rohe

fill in the blank

fill in the blank game,
fill in the blank name,
i saw your gaze,
but only felt shame.

b.rohe

warm

i wrote to you
  the words
that never came to my lips,

knowing full well
  it could
never fix the things i meant to say,

but i found them
  in another lovers
warm tongue.


b.rohe

moving -

" at the end of the day, home isnt where
i came from. maybe my home is somewhere
 i'm going and have never been before"

- warsan shire

letting go

that sweeping sensation of letting go,

today i learned to say no.

b.rohe

celestial bodies

do you ever sit and ponder,the thoughts

you make - give you the power to be.

derived sense of wonder. if not so improbable,

the motions of this mind - make quantum leaps

within my lifetime. more than the man on the

moon. I am kissing the stars, lips grazing against

the celestial bodies...my limbs entwined within

the galaxies

b.rohe

haunted corridors

these are not
    butterflies

I have moths

    tumbling

out my eyes

from haunted corridors.

they are flitting

down

heavy breasts,

furry tremors

that will not

be laid to rest.

b.rohe

weary glory

i strove for love

with aching hands

    and weary bones

for someone who would understand.

but found instead,

   

    some aching glory.

in love lost

that made me worry

    no more -

over another's touch,

for in this i glory;   

   

    sweet solitude, sweet melancholy

i learned for once

to never be sorry -

b.rohe