words for signage
gentleness for depth
silence for listening
a mantra for love.

Art is in the eye
of the beholder
There is no wrong
or right
In time, I think
it can grow on you
But, for the most part
it’s love at first sight

wronged
unrighteous
exiled
strong
lost
fear walks toward...
with you.

A flower behind the eye
Roots in the skin
Seeking water not spoiled by sweat and tears
The touch of my lover
The softening of thorns for her handling
The shade of branches for her slumbering
I grow gentle in her arms
Under her gaze
I grow further from the ground
Bloom and flourish and shriek for her
A flower behind the eye
Torn from it roots
Settled in a quiet place
Brushed softly behind her ear

Everybody I know likes someone.
Whether they swoon over,
Talk about nonstop,
Whether their Dating,
Talking
Too scared
Hinting they like each other.
No one else.

Huh,
Suddenly I think someone does care,
Huh,
They’re looking not just to stare,
Huh,
They actually notice me there,
Huh,
Are they actually admiring me?

Huh,
wow.
I never noticed the many
little beauties all around,
waiting patiently to be found.
Huh, I never noticed that flower in the drain,
resilient despite the rain.

Huh, life isn’t so bad is it?