all we are is words on paper
dreams in slumber and dreams in daylight
the chances that you could also be writing me
from across the globe
are thin as this here paper
why do i write to you?
why does your voice follow me in my dreams?
last night i dreamt of us conversing for hours
your creaky voice is burned into my minds ear
it squeaks to me in rapid eye movement murmurs
why do i write to you?
if there is power in attraction
in this universe
then my naive ego believes i could will you to me
like demanding the tide come
i could pull you upon my shore
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 10:00 PM UTC
dripping dippers
both Big and little,
please pour over this embrace
with the sap of spring darkness
sticking you to me
cocooned in nocturnal resin
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC
the silence between our words
is love
the veil between our gaze
is love
fingers slide down your long face
so long i got lost on the journey
this journey
is love
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 9:21 PM UTC
she said
“we are a flame.
at times burning hot
and now, small and low
but -
i will always burn for you”
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
once my comfort, my cotton
now shameless, you are rotten
you are changing, multi-facing
we flow not
you start and then stop
unpredictable, calloused and conflictable
i spit aching recollections
to weave conspiring connections
out of the fibers
of your sins and unforgiveables
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 12:36 PM UTC
i need me
because i need you
and you are inside me
conscious and free
together -
we.
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
sweet rhododendron
your leaves hang like drooping eyelids
gaseous tears
oxygen seeps out
i live because you weep
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
a joyful meditation
feels like happiness in a void
realizing that contentment
is dependent on nothing
outside of myself
the divinity i carry inside
is my most precious belonging
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
i blamed you for everything
even when i ran away.
my ego wouldn’t let me see that
our story on yellow lined paper
i crumpled us up into a ball
i threw us into the trash can too
it’s never too late to say you’re sorry
i hope it’s not too late for you to hear me
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
tonight, more than anything, i long to dance with you
to be embraced by your lean, long arms
like a cluster of young fruit
growing up within the embrace
of the blueberry branches in july
when we dance your body is like a rocking chair
sturdy, and swaying with the music
i sink into your frame
same as i would when i was a tired child
nuzzling into the embrace of the foregone wooden rockers
that adorned my great grandmothers front porch
i yearn to hear the creaks of your soft wooden voice
wafting above my hair
as i twirl 'round you
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 12:22 PM UTC