What I’m Thinking

I’m
missing those
things
that drive
Aphrodite
to the
ends of
her
wit. I’m
craving the
sounds
you
make
when toes
touch
toes,
and lips
grab and
bend like
oceans
following oceans.

I’m missing
your
hands
that cover
mine,
and
our bodies
that
press
hard
and rough
like the
time
we felt
the earth move,
but
realized
that
our
love was
just
too
much for
the
world
to handle.

I’m
missing waking
up
with
you, and
falling down
into
white
sheets,
strong-willed
and
waiting
for
the next
bodily
rotation.
Yes,
around midnight
I think.

See,
I’m
missing you
like
crazy does
to a
Tasmanian,
and the
best
part of this
equation
is
you
never left.

M.C. Davis

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So There I Was…

As if these desert days didn’t provide enough for me to do out here, I don’ found myself a piano to tinker with!

It was an amazing find and for once in my daily routine of this, that, and the other, I’m able to sneak away to revist a little make believe Bach, or some I-think-I-got-this-down Beethoven. So, the days and nights will be filled with these amazing moments, where I cheat the workday for a few minutes to lay loose with some ivory keys. It’s an affair of sorts, and I’m loving the fact that I get to do it.

Now, where’s that spreadsheet I was working on.

M.C. Davis

That Day Will Come

Now,
if we’re
suppose
to laugh
at the
small stuff,
then
let’s dance
until
the dawn’s
new day
and wake up
when
we’re
only a
few inches
after bliss;
and let’s
carry
forward our
deepest
wishes
for
the willing
and
persistent.

And
if I’m wrong,
let’s
get a running
start
and
fall
in and
throughout
the
pessimistic rain
drops,
then let’s
fly
away to
Idaho, and
make
a fire
that
sets us apart
from
the rest
of
those
ones
over
there.

And
lastly,
if we’re
guided by the
light
of yesterday,
then
let’s run
like fire
ontop
of fire
and pray
that our
day
will soon
come
where I get
to
walk
hand and
hand, toe
and toe,
and heart and
heart
with
you in hopes
that
our days
lend
themselves
to
centuries.

M.C. Davis

Holding

See,
I get to
hold
your hands,
and
feel the
strength
in
return
from the
grip that
we
built
together,
like
when the
stars
decided
to
jump around
like
children
released
for
recess.

It’s our
turn
to set
these sails.

See, holding
your
hands means
something
wild,
and the
efforts the world
makes
to
hang
us dry
just
don’t matter.
I’m
gripping
the life
back into me.

See, I
remember
when I held
your
hands
for eight
solid
hours, and
you
smiled
and
a simply
allowed
me
to
just
keep
driving.

M.C. Davis

The Upside Of Being Downsized

As many of you know, I’m not quite situated at home.

In fact, I’m nowhere near my home but my 15 years in the Navy so far has led me down this road a few times.

I’ve been able to wager a few items that either don’t matter, carry too much weight to haul around, or too loose to touch. From every angle of my existence, being away from home simply allows me room to address how I optimize my life and the things that impact it. Being away from home allows my heart to saunter in and out of itself, expressing different layers of itself in a type of reintroduction to itself. Being away from home gives me the caliber from which I’ll grow the most, endure the hardest, and feel the most love. Being away from home protects me from myself and those thoughts that tell me that home is where the heart is.

Simply put, everyone knows that’s not true.

Home is simply where you find yourself, because in every step I take or every pretty picture I take in, I’m home. Home is never the last step for the evening, or the resting spot for those moments of immense relief. Home is a notion, a living breathing notion of feeling and emotion that we’re often blessed to have.

Yes, the upside of being downsized is often home too. Just be careful in where you step.

M.C.  Davis

This Thing

See,
this thing
we
got going
on
has to
stop. See,
I’m
just making
a point
that
ends
like blunt
wood,
and if
you only
could
stand still,
I’d
make my
point
like
sharp
daggers
and whips
that
crackle
under
the sun.
See,
this thing
has
to end
and I’m
real
damn
close
in allowing
myself
room
to
open
this door
to
watch
you
leave.

M.C. Davis

A Dedication

In a
moment’s
notice,
you
shaved off
the years
promised,
and
walked
into a
silent
solemn
brotherhood
of sorts;
without
even
the
notion to
look
back.
In your
absence,
we’ll
live
like jagged
souls,
bumping and
layering
into
new
paths
in search
of
what
you’ve left
us
to consider.
In this
walk,
we’ll
find you
again,
and
chemistry
likewise
will
demur.

I’m hopeful
our
time
will
regain footing
old
friend.

M.C. Davis