bite my lip
till it bleeds.

love me carelessly

but please

just 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞
the mess

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭
𝐲𝐨𝐮
𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞.

I give you my arms, and you give me your legs, he said

But more than anything, it was his tears he gave me

They were mine more than his

It was only me they listened to

The moon is beautiful,
It's bright
And it's the light in the dark.

It's someone's love,
Someone's favorite thing,
Its also someone's everything.

No matter how ugly or distance,
People might think it is,
It's not.

The moon is the most beautiful thing out there,
Just like you.

If love is to gold;
Your hands are to Midas.
In a pan of penne pasta,
Or sizzling out a fresh cracked la croix.
Touched my tummy,
Full of gold, Midas nurtured safety.
Don’t worry bubble guts,
Take a whipper for love.
Plunge, jump, reach,
go ahead,
Fall.
Into my pile of blankets on my sheepskin rug.
Share in ecstasy of being witnessed,
I call you to the stand!
In 1803 where we both reached for the same mango.
I loved that bodega, in that other life, where our souls crossed paths that last time.
Or so I can imagine.

Today I recoil from the world,
loud, chaotic, self-serving.
I draw close to my mysterious self,
one that feels unknown even to me.
I kiss my heart with tender lips and tell her-
You don't have to be so angry with the world,
but it is ok to step away.