as the docile yellow light
tickles at my fingertips,
rested tenderly on your cheek—

i can feel each and every
fleck of light on us—
piercing my veins,

and when the hue shuts its eyes,
leaving the chaos of light to blink—
that’s where we’ll be.

Me,
Deep through
The brush
The leaves, dust, dirt—
Stains my breath.
The sweetness
Opening arms.
I let out a smile, my body
exhales as well.
Grounds, nature
Buried in
My bones made me
Run and be free,
As long as I wish.
Again
I will never be
So happy,
There with you
And still stuck
Imprisoned
I could never return I am
Free.

look to the west
over your vast expanse of
unconquered dust
and weep the only water for miles

i shall pull you to me
by the sea in the east
with tendril that bounce
from my eyes to yours

as the string grows shorter
so does our patience
until we are one
drifting away on the dusk

when the tender stems
of light reach out,
they slide beneath my door
and pull me through—

and as the tendrils
dance in their own silhouette,
they tell my story
written in flame.

softly in the moonlight,
your silver hands on my cheek.
eyes with flecks of silver
you drape me in silky starlight.

i touch your arms—
golden sparks trickle up my fingers,
heat flooding my vision,
as i melt into your embrace.

she winces
every time they kiss,
for fear of him...

being hurt