My love,
You bring me back into the world.

Like white; still
petals of a gardenia,
spiraling into life.

Like hands folding edges of bible verses

these lines are my only sanctuary.

Somewhere there is a glass vase,
with white Lilly's wilted at the edges.

A pile of letters, unceasing.
Always arriving.

A candle half its lifespan.

A hair laying between the creases of her sweater.

I suppose we go bit by piece, sometimes having not knowing.

I imagine Hunter would have spread his arms wide.

Take me further and nowhere
outward and vanished.

For I have seen the most golden a person can be.

Road passing ocean.

I live, I live.

In the vestige of wind that carries me.

Tell me again,
why trees grow towards light.

Why we trace each others skin,
as if heaven sent.

And however
dreadful; unpromising

tell me why poetry is still seeking.

(  C . C )

I love the reoccurring way melodies visit her mind,
Desiring nothing but to be sought into an existence molded in time.

( C . C )

We lay in silk like mortality.
And I give into everything a night could offer
two souls indulging in a land fading so quickly.

In the morning, my love.
I will gather myself at your bedside.
as if to say you unravel me in the most
necessary ways.

Like moon fall pacing its way towards solidarity;


( C . C )

There's something beautifully human
about finding whats lovely and keeping it close
for as long as possible.

In my dreams;

Life hands me a bitten apple already rotted to grim
and asks me to make a meal out of it.

To salvage its once purity.
Sometimes all I taste is ash...
All i feel is dust.

( C . C )

Its unsettling silence
like an open casket closing for its last time.

(C.C)

Your losing the things you once thought you always needed.

Yet still in the absence of those fleeting things

you find a way to smile, to be.

And where she stood was never really where she was.
She had this way of being a thousand places at once.

She smiled like she seen the future painted right in front of her.
And in that moment I understood what a dreamer was.

Shes unexpected but thrilling
like the kind of drink that sneaks up on you.
Few refills of her and the only music your zoned into
is the sound she makes when she laughs.

She looked for an essence of you
In little things you left behind.
some nights she’d lay with them
thinking of times when everything
seemed so infinite. When the world
was at her fingertips and goodbye
was something she never thought
she’d say. Irony is, that’s how life
works. People come; They go.
Truth is…her heart never really
learned how to let go of someone
Once they’ve had a place there.

(C.C)

Of all creation,
I  gravitate towards you.
Slowly, and utterly vulnerable
no matter how I try to
delay it.
pause it
to stay in solitude,
Where I'm more comfortable  
or at least that's what I tell myself.

Doesn't change the fact that I want you
I want us.

and it scares me.