A fragile peace

Between the two

Had loved so hard

But somehow lost their touch

But fade away

The joy between 

And life became too much

Where love had lived

And hope did thrive

It proved no quite enough

Where promised days 

And nights forev'r

Emotions fell to dust

And where once was

A lifetime gift

Had died there, insomuch

Replaced by hurt 

And painful thoughts

Where once they'd held to trust 

The talks devolved 

To idle words 

Of this and that and such

A fragile peace

Replaced the bonds

Their love o'ercome with rust 

©johnfklee

Her bed

And the world that she lived in

Like the bed that she lay in

Was sometimes a mess

Sometimes neatly made

Sometimes shared

Sometimes empty 

A comfort

A refuge

A place of solitude

And meditation 

Of joy

A safe place to cry

A good place to laugh

But far

Far to often

Empty of what she really wanted

©johnfklee 

The wind

The wind blew through her

Arms up

Head to the sky

Her skin exposed 

The wind blew through 

He left hair streaking back into the night sky

Her dress pulled tight to her front but pulled and twisted as the wind wrapped around her

Her skin felt a light burn from the wind

Across her cheeks

He bare arms and legs 

Her neck exposed as her hair danced its own dance. 

But more than all of that

The wind blew through her

It changed her

Cleared her perpetually clouded thoughts 

Allowed her to focus on those few, key things she needed to live a good and happy life 

And identify all the extra weight

All the redundancies in her life

And even those things and people that she did not want in her life. 

Some people would be hurt 

Some insulted

Some angry

And some understanding. 

The wind was blowing and all of her knew what that meant

It was time

Her time

Her time to shine. To change. To live freely. To live for herself.

It was time for her to let go of her comfortable life and place and friends and family. Let go and walk away

Into the world

Alone 

It was not

Never to come back 

It was 

I have to find myself in the world. Not this little world I only know. But the great big world that so few of us have seen 

And the wind

It still blew

©johnfklee 

Big eyes

What big eyes you have

He said

The better to see through bullshit

©johnfklee

A puzzle

A puzzle 

A puzzle to the world 

And to him 

A puzzle

But to be solved

Or be lived

Some pieces fit perfectly

Other appeared to fit no others

So what was he to do

Leave this unsolvable puzzle for something

Someone simpler

Or stay with her

Constantly changing pieces

Fitting together with some 

And the next time

Not fitting any

A puzzle

Knowing the sum of the pieces

Made up all of her

But knowing

They would never all fit together

Every piece its own puzzle 

And he wanted to know every piece 

A puzzle

What to do

For him

The solution was easy

Stay

Keep fitting the pieces together 

As they would

As they allowed

Knowing it would never be solved

But it was not solving the puzzle that he wanted

It was the entire puzzle that he loved 

And it was understanding the pieces that he lived for

©johnfklee

A storm

A storm is coming. Just off the shoreline. She is coming. Dark. Mysterious. What lies in her path is unknown but she will either devastate or cleanse. Regardless, nothing will be the same when she is gone. @johnfklee

A flower

I picked you a flower

I found on the ground

Her stem had been broken

But nobody's around

Her head lay in grass

Bright colors on green

This prettiest of flowers

I'd ever had seen

So I picked up this flower

Versus cutting a stem

I thanked all her sisters

Then walked off from them

I came to your door

Knocked thrice, as I do

You opened the door

I gave her to you

This flower had fallen

And destined to die

Her loveliness brought

That light in your eye

So even in death

All flowers may cause

A smile on one's lips

And breath a slight pause

©johnfklee

He slept

He slept through his pain

He slept through his sadness

He slept through his frustration

And when he awoke

He realized he had slept through his life

He thinks of her

He thinks of her and he smiles

She makes him smile

Her perfect imperfections 

Her heart, through which she speaks 

Her eyes that change colors to him

Her smile that disarms him

The curve of her hips

The small of her back

The touch of her lips

He thinks of her

And he smiles

To know

He wanted to know her

But had to know himself

First 

Age

With age

Comes true beauty 

In the dark

He kissed her

In the dark

No outside input or distractions

Just the connection 

Her hips to her mouth

His hands

Electric

His mouth

Consumed

And somewhere in between

His heart beat faster 

©johnfklee

Naked

We are naked

Only to ourselves

And to those we bare our hearts to 

©johnfklee

She turns

Oh, how quickly she turns

Upon a heel

Your heart to break

Your soul to steal

If she turns to her right

You may be surprised

As her lips gently brush

And she smiles with her eyes 

She can turn to the left 

And rip out your heart

Of glide to her right

A sweet kiss, just to start

But either way that she turns

You will always be confused

Your soul still not knowing

If it's loved or it is used

But don't  stay out of her path

If you do, you will miss

With a glare to freeze water

Or a smile to be kissed

She'll look down her nose

At nothing and all

Make decisions on whims

And has never to stall

She lives her own life

At the pace that she feels

Keeps her life on the tracks 

And the air in her wheels 

Oh, how quickly she turns

To her right and her left

Her mood may not change 

For her life has the heft 

Oh, how quickly she turns

To take in all the lemmings

That follow her 'round

Without ever stepping 

Oh, how quickly she turns

Round the world of her making 

For she has set it all up

To be hers for the taking  

©johnfklee

He blushes

He blushes

As she compliments him

He smiles

When she looks him in the eyes

He shivers

At the electricity in her touch

He shakes

As her fingers walk his arm

He aches

As he lays in her embrace

He cries

At the sound of her goodbye

He leaps

For joy upon her return

He floats

With every one of her kisses

He blushes and he smiles at the thought of her

©johnfklee

Cuts

She cut through souls as she cuts through life

With grace, style and a gentle fury 

@johnfklee 

Waiting

Waiting for a kiss from a beautiful woman is worse than waiting for death

@johnfklee

Scorched

Scorched earth

And broken hearts

Were all she left in her wake

@johnfklee

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

I promise, tomorrow

Not a lifetime

Not forever

Not until the end of time

Tomorrow 

Just tomorrow

@johnfklee

Kiss me again

Kiss me again

He said to her

Kiss you again 

She asked

Kiss me again 

He told her to do

Kiss you again

I'll pass

Kiss me again

He plead with her

Kiss you again

But why

Kiss me again

He held his tears

Kiss you again

She sighs

I'll kiss you again

This one more time

I'll kiss you again

I swear

But the next time I kiss you

You had better ask

By whispering 

In my ear 

@johnfklee 

Himself

He wrote for himself

And no one else

Because

He knew he would never break his own heart

@johnfklee 2015