The Couple
Clouds tipping overhead
Heavens spilling forth their
bounty
love and tenderness seeps into
the ether
the couple watch the
air twirl their love into
a cyclone
towel wrapped ‘round their
naked bodies
sea water dripping from
their enlaced fingers
sand between their
toes
they lay
together
in love
Explosive
There’s a guy who’s in love with a woman
but he can’t tell her
There’s something wrong with his self-esteem
He has none!
Or maybe the timing just isn’t right yet
Timing is important with these things
Love can be volatile
Sometimes explosive
Fall
I sit and listen to the city sounds
alarms sounding, children crying
people dying while they sit patiently in anticipation
waiting to live
being born
falling in love
tying knots in the delicate strings that suspend
the shaky platforms that we live on
golden glass wings help us to fly
when they break, we fall
into the arms of loved ones
into the open meadows
and dark blue oceans
we fall in love
and fall out again
never falling completely
always afraid we will find ourselves
hopelessly
deeply
truly
in love
And then we realize
what greater joy than to love
what greater pain
what greater sorrow
what greater courage needed than to
allow one’s self to fall
never abandoning the self
but opening up to it
allowing your unicorn soul
to fall
in love
Waver
He had slept with her but swore he felt nothing for her
last night
trying to make a haven in her bed
sinewy muscles thumping, pumping in the darkness
sweat droplets conjoining into
miniature pools
teeth biting flesh
pulling on full lips
black hair
zigzag patterns of biological matter
spattering the white pillows and sheets
a flurry of swirls trying to jump ship
before drowning in the sea of her curves
sensing closeness
he stops his thoughts
he failed this Rorschach test
time to get out
Just Be There
Sitting at work
not much to say
back is sore
bloated
funny taste in my mouth
my friend is scared
his mum is waiting
for her results
cancer
lymphoma
scary stuff
who knows what will happen
all I can do is be there for him
have tea with him
pass him the milk
and the sugar
maybe make him smile
with some inane joke
or observation
best I can do
is just be there
Arianna Sebo (she/her) is a queer poet and writer living in Southern Alberta with her husband, pug, and five cats. Her poetry can be found in Kissing Dynamite, The Coachella Review, Ariel Chart, Capsule Stories, and Lucky Jefferson. Follow her at AriannaSebo.com and @AriannaSebo on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram.