Life’s most precious moments are held in the cradles of surprising moments. Learning something new, practice paying off, sleeping in and cuddling on a Sunday morning, seeing a letter from a loved one in the mailbox, hot coffee with breakfast and a cigarette. These moments keep me breathing.
I’m not here to talk about who I’ve been or who I want to be. At any point in life there are literally a million different ways that life can go. I can change anything about the present moment while it’s living in my hands. As a writer sometimes I feel inclined to sit back and let the moment slip through my fingers and onto a piece of paper. However, sometimes it gets lost in my brain and wants to stay there for an eternity. Today, right now, at this moment, I can be Brooks King who sits and feels sorry for himself, I could be Brooks King who wants nothing to do with the hand I’ve dealt myself, I could be Brooks King that doesn’t believe in wishes anymore. But I made one last night, quietly, during a blink at 11:11. Today my wish came true when I laid in bed with you for half and hour and it felt like thirty five minutes. That was all I asked for, a little more time with you, maybe I’m losing my mind. Last night when I was over tired and upset I started seeing things, I thought for a second I was insane. Maybe I am. But maybe, just maybe something happened last night. The type of magic that only two broken hearts can conjure up. The type of magic that only comes to life when filled with passionate emotion. The type of magic that grows in a piece of a heart that’s been kept in a pocket for too long. The type of magic that forms from the dust of old habits you’ve tried to put into storage. Maybe you felt it, that time between 7:00 and 7:04 that held it’s breathe. It wasn’t actually any longer. It just felt that way.
Little wishes, that’s the trick. It’s harder for them to backfire. But I wished again, for the first time in a long time. I made a wish, and for the first time ever, it came true.
Please don’t mistake my affection for misdirection.
I know I may have lost my way but that’s why I took your compass once that day.
Could you tell by my inflection that I had every good intention, but when I saw my own reflection I was filled with apprehension.
I never meant to push you away but that was all I ever did until this very day.
I’m telling you where I stand, I want to be the one that holds your hand, I want to do everything I can to be your only man.
I hope your in the mood to be forgiving, because friend or lover, a life without you is not a life worth living.
You’re irreplaceable, unmistakeable, my desire for you is insatiable.
I will make this right, not today and not tonight, but give me some time and I’ll remind you what it means to be mine.
It’s not that you outshine the sun,
it’s not that you are the tide to
two thirds of my soul or the
lightning storm that shakes
the earth of the rest.
You wouldn’t ask me to
rip stars from the sky.
Build you a temple,
or save you from a tower.
You are a sweet smile
sitting upon sun bathed pillow.
You are the smell of incense
and sound of a window fan
on a crisp summer night.
We are a sublime song
like a packed glass piece
and a forty ounce to set us free.
This is the simple part of love
constant little delights
whispering in my ear,
Mornings full of frost,
frigid fingers find warm skin under blankets
Let the cold air entice, excite
entranced hands that yearn to be embraced
by You, Lover.
Lingering breath on a neck’s nape
tickles traces of tulips and tiger
remnants of last nights perfume.
Words wistfully whispered once dawn awakens
light fire in Lover’s bones,
bewitching beautiful bodies
behind shut eye lids,
fluttering further into a fervid frenzied
It’s looking to me like the more you go out and chase your dreams, the more you realize what is truly close to your heart. Sometimes it’s surprising, but only for a moment. It’s just like the second that a coin is suspended in mid air after heads or tails has been called. In that split second, you are not only hoping, but willing the coin to land in your favor. In that moment, you know exactly what it is that you’re hoping for.
and so I said, “Go on girl, get out of that door”
when she turned her head and cried “Don’t you love me anymore?”
with teeth clenched tight I looked away as if to say,
maybe forever, but I can’t today.
Ribbons of sadness flee from the hearth of her amber irises.
Mascara streams down her cheeks , which is foreign to me,
and unfortunately, I can feel myself start to choke
on the massive lump in my throat.
So I take a deep breathe, heavy and deep.
As sobs crash against my ivory teeth.
We both stand silent, somber, and still.
It takes all I have not to stare at her feet.
She meets my gaze and says “This is it.”
A force a smile, though I know I’ll lose sleep,
smoke more often for days, and live with the pit
in my stomach and chest.
Through my forced smile I say,
“It’s for the best”.
“But you’re gone tommorrow and here today!
and I wouldn’t want you any other way”
Even when sobbing she knows just what to say
“let me back in your arms, it’s the best place to stay.”
“You know I’ll still be here, anytime of the day?
if you ever need me, I’m just a phone call away”
She falls into my arms, and I hold her tight.
All I can hope for, is that she knows,
when your eyes and smile are bright,
when you come to bed wearing my clothes,
the little way that you bite your lip
how you tolerate my big ugly toes
most importantly, how you never lose grip
of at least one good thing, when we’re both low
in spirits, after a hell-of-a-day.
What I’m trying to say, is that I hope you know,
I love you in so many different ways,
but this love has to wait,
because I. just can’t today.