let the day
take you away
until the sun sets
when the moon rises
i’ll take you back
here in my arms
safe in my embrace

Do you ever wonder
if the painter
tires of his colors?

There are parts of me that I am still learning to accept.
It's in the roots of my hair,
Embedded under my skin,
It darkness my knees,
On the bridge of my nose,
Rolls off my tongue
To the alignment of my toes.
And as I grow, they too grow with me.

Her most deadliest weapon,
Is carried in her silence.