ADDICTION

The violent current is beginning to close its eyes
As I realize where the river is going to end

Exhausted from its angry waves
They've cut me and bruised me

I remember times the water so cool so calm
It sweetly invited me in
Gentle words it sprinkled

Just my feet I remember saying
So tempting and refreshing
A few minutes longer, but deeper I walked

I could feel the comfort cooling my body
I felt the movement of the water

This time I went under
Holding my breath I came up for air

The water was ruff
I looked at the shore, miles it seemed

I made my way toward it
The current pulling me back

So tired I felt
Under I went, this time unwilling

I looked to the shore miles it seemed
No one to help me

I felt the wetness touch my mouth
It filled my lungs

I could taste the water’s edge
I was finally on it, its sand in my mouth

I looked at the water
I heard it inviting

The violent current is beginning to close its eyes
As I realize where the river is going to end…

©Elizabeth Dominguez

HOURGLASS

Should I shed my tears,
for the quiet pause which my life is at?

Should I wet my cheeks,
as I look behind and realize
the empty twenty pages of my life?

Should I frown upon my character,
for standing still while time is moving forward?

Should I hold my breath,
While my thoughts are painting
The dreams of where I should already be?

Should I fill my heart with disappointment,
for not yet finding my soul that lives inside me?

Should I poke my eyes to look inside,
and follow my so-called inspiration?

IN ITS PLACE

I stand here in my hourglass,
Drowning in a lost identity.

Instead of standing on it,
Living the life,
That I’ve painted in my dreams

© Elizabeth Dominguez

THE STANGER

What keeps my heart with you?
What makes me bear the pain?
What provides me with such strength?
HOPE
Faith for the person who once loved me to return
That left nothing but a stranger to watch their home
A stranger that doesn’t recognize my smell, my face, my voice
A stranger that denies my gift of love
This stranger that won’t open when I knock, even though my knuckles bleed.
Laughs at me through breath upon the glass
Hope is what preserves me on your porch
Quietly I wait for your return.
Hope will shield me from the stranger in your home.

© Elizabeth Dominguez

REMEMBERING

I still here the sound of his fading smile
Thinning laughter, from the last I heard it
No more can I feel the wet of his mouth
Sweetly tasting, from the last I met it
For My lips drank their last drop of kiss
leaving themselves arid and thirsty.
The loneliness whispers on my back
Reminding me of my lacking protection
Introducing me to the emptiness at my side
The strength of my stubbornness dries my tears
Wipes them before they drown the color of my eyes
© Elizabeth Dominguez

DISPLACED AND LOOKING BACK

The moon was smiling tonight
Just the way he loved it
I wanted to touch his numbers
To find out if he caught it.
But
If he heard my voice,
Deeper he would fall.
I don’t have the strength;
nor the courage to pull him out.
I too have fallen in my world.
My hands imprinted on my back.
Displaced myself to an unfamiliar set
Accused of invading this happy home
My unwanted presence obvious to let me know
Feeling homesick from the place I called my home
Honored presence, with no shame they welcome me hello.
Remembering the sunset, and how I felt at ease.

I heard hope in your voice
With faith for us to restore as one
My inability drowns me with guilt.

© Elizabeth Dominguez

THE NEWS

Screaming inward
Stopped mid-forward
Thick black mass
Blocking my pass
In part believing
Through it I’d be leading
Sand slipping through the rocks
Listening to the tick of the clocks
Witnessed misunderstanding
Robed me of my feelings
Woke me from my dreaming
Reaction in my screaming
Part of me believing
I was not sleeping
Head resting on a pillow
Moon outside my window
©Elizabeth Dominguez

BLIND LOVE

Ask me of my dreams
Question my motivations
Understand my reasons
For the ways I’m living
Let the answers you receive
Be the magnetism to our kiss

Discover what curves my smile
Find what forms my tears
Realize what lights my anger
Let the answers you receive
Feed the passion to your touch

Ask me where I’ve been
Listen to why I fear
Accept my insecurities
Let the answers you receive
Allow you to desire me

Although your eyes are shut
And the memory of my body
Taken from your thoughts

Love the overdoing of my mind
Need the fantasy of my nature
Embrace my sensitivity
Ignore the body that walks
Discount my well endowed
Solely allow it to invite
Not keep you from inside

Ignore my painted lashes
Forget my colored lips
Overlook my flashy clothes
In the morning it all fades

Ripen your fruit of love
From my tree that grows within
For the fruit you cannot see
Will focus on its flavor

©Elizabeth Dominguez