My heart is like a photo album
Filled only with pictures
Of you.
A thousand times a day,
I lose myself
Between its pages.
But it doesn't keep me warm.
Not in the way that
You did.
So I freeze over for a while
And hibernate within my
Frosted flesh.
In aimless pursuit
Of nothing in particular,
January chills my bones.
Painted white by the winter,
I wait for spring
To thaw me out.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
There is no question that I am
More than my mind.
Only a sliver of my being
Resides within my soul shell.
And yet,
There is no emptiness.
I am always graced with the presence
Of Self.
With Self I fill every vacant cavity
In my earthly body.
A joyful light
Fills me to the brim-
Every love I've ever known
Runs through me
Like glitter glue
In my veins.
This is all
Perfectly instrumented-
I am at home
In my own company.
Self and I,
We walk together,
And discuss
Our favorite shades of green.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
I whisper
To the Earth mother,
"Can you hear
My breathing?
Because,
I can surely
hear yours."
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
At the breakfast table-
Visions of my mother
Slicing strawberries
For my cereal.
Her hands..
Purposeful, skilled.
Beholding a lifetime
Of textured dexterity.
And now I sit,
Alone in the same chair,
Stirring milk
Into my coffee.
No longer bound there
By dependence,
I slice strawberries
For my cereal.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
Yes, I often sit and think about all the times
I was wrong.
And I wonder if you think about them as often
As I do.
It seems that I make mountains
Out of molehills.
All my lovers have told me
Silently.
I fear that I feel everything
So deeply
That I can hardly make the distinction
Between them.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
All too quickly, the good enough
Was gone,
And the only adequacy we fostered
Was in the way we conversed
With our tongues.
Time after time,
Words failed to consecrate our
Understanding,
Left to dangle pathetically in the empty space
Where love should have been.
And so without fail,
The inky blackness of night returned
To overtake me.
I felt my way through the void,
Tripping over our skeletal remains,
Longing for the warm embrace of the familiar.
For hours,
I sat on the front steps of the morning,
Waiting for it to let me in.
I'd come to find that it was hardly ever lonely
In the place between the darkness
and the light.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
I'm more vulnerable
Than I'd like to be
While holding your hand
With my heart on my sleeve.
To reach out and grab it
Would be easy, it's true.
I could be yours
In a second or two.
No means of defense
With our fingers entwined,
Yet I've never seen hands
Fit so perfect in mine.
My instinct is pressing,
It whispers, "Let go..
If he takes your heart,
He takes all the control."
These are uncharted waters
I'm diving into.
But I think I'll be happy,
If I'm swimming with you.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
He was selfish
Even in his generosity,
Giving only what he could afford
To lose.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
While wading through the afternoon,
An afternoon of orange and quiet,
I passed a tree engulfed in white blooms,
Their purity stark against the textured green that cradled them.
Beautifully, enticingly fragrant—
Their slowly wilting petals alighting their branched vessel,
Blanketing the grass in a Florida winter’s snow.
I loved the tree,
Became submerged in my own infatuation,
And as I watched its silky snowfall grace the shivering earth,
I knew that I had always loved it,
And that it had always loved me.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 6:00 PM UTC
I'm sorry but
I have to take this-
The day is calling and
I cannot stay long.
Did you hear that
This life is temporary? Fleeting?
I heard it through the grapevine and
I know that I can no longer
Waste another second
Without the sun
On my skin.
The moon is rising and
I only wish now that
I had said what I wanted to say
When I wanted
To say it.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC