Kya's Rain

Tender swollen eylids
ringed with a tinge of eyeliner,
smoky colored eyeshadow,
and darkened mascara.

Her eyes quiver
just as her breast
heaves from panting breaths,
she's been holding the pain
for so long now,
being the [rock],
and holding the
ethereal }}flame{{.

Her strength wains in private,
though in public view she
stands ||stoically|| into
the oncoming ~winds~,
hair whipping behind her
exposing the creamy
whitness of her skin.

a single tear,
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from rosed cheeks
*freezes* before it
hit's the ground,
shattering on
///IMPACT\\\

As I stare at the @roses@
my bare hands begin to bleed,
and I realize that beauty
in all forms is appreciated
by all differently.

blood mingling with tears
on white marble floors,
Kya's Rain shall be
no more.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

Ambrosia

Waiting for your kiss,
your life touch.
smooth hands caressing my being
telling me everything
will be just fine,
massaging my mind
with a stare that would
set fire to memories
forgotten, and
you could give,
with deep blue eyes,
like pools of
ambrosia.
You are my
Godly nectar,
I drink from you,
freely.
embrace me
with the blanket
of your soul.
Wrap me in the
garments of a King,
like you have
so many times before.
Let me feel your
essence flow
through me.
Touch me
like no other
can, or will.
I am yours.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

Concrete Rose (the Las Vegas version)

Sultry glances from behind a shoulder
glistening over creamy skin
trembling at the thought of a touch

Single strands of hair hiding the cunning
yet inquisitive eyes that see through
space and time

Catching a smile between full lips
pursed, ready to envelope.
exuding confidence and coyness

Statuesque yet lovely
a concrete Rose of sorts
waiting for her time to bloom

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

Her Hurricane Winds

Raindrops trickle down
my face and into my eyes,
making it look as if I've  
been crying.
Weeping for the beauty
of she who stands in front of me.

She holds this candle of lightning still
and watches the jagged ambers quiver
against her frosted windows.
She breathes in
like a hurricane
trying to sweep away
her wings of steel.

The world around me
stops revolving for
just a moment,
gravity lifts it's
oppressive arm
from my shoulders,
my body flies like
my spirit,
clouds whirl,
my head spins,
and my pulse quickens.

I break through the storm
like a sheet of glass ,
as the tears reside
on her soft cheeks.
I descend like a curl of silk
upon her faded chestnut lips
and kiss the cuts of pain away.

She is my figure cut
from rose marble
half hiding in the shadows.
Not sure if she
wants to show her
true self,
but I see her
in her full glory.
She envelopes the world
around her in the delicacies
of lace and silk.
She has taken my breath,
and now I would
give her
my world.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved 

If you could see me

you’d see the loving
that infuses my soul
the warmth of invisible arms
like a wool blanket wrapped tight
on a frozen Arctic tundra

you’d see the tears
that spill from my eyes
like dewdrops falling
from the fading datura at sunrise

you’d see the happiness
that travels through my smile
enveloping all who choose to see
like a child laughing
at fireworks in the Heavens

you’d see the fragility
that lies beneath
the facade of confidence
that drapes like a raw silk throw
upon an antique chaise

you’d feel the seduction
that emanates from my body
graceful movements in the moonlight
like a white tiger
hunting in the jungles of Bangladesh

you’d see the scars
that map my faith
the remnants of false promises
like the riot of pattern
woven in an Aubusson rug

you’d see what I wanted
the helplessness, or intrigue
anger, or even forgiveness
like a sculpture of marble
Michelangelo could only predict

you’d see the longing
that tears my thoughts
shredding ideas to ribbons
like prayer flags
billowing on a Tibetan slope

if you could only see me in all my glory
you’d see me as I want to be seen.

This piece is a collaboration with an author named Doreen.