We have made love
A thousand times
Over hundreds of
Years
But I ache
For our first kiss

even the
mightiest mountains
are shaped
by their experiences.
how silly to think
that a human is not.

Sleep is the less greedy brother of death.

No one is made to be
One hundred percent alone
Even islands
Need the ocean

I ate the fruit that I could reach
But you were unable or
Unwilling to shake more to the ground
So I tried climbing your trunk
Addicted to the sweet taste of
Adoration
It was too slippery, so now I sit
In your shade
Waiting for your fruit to ripen and fall
So I can taste it again

She was a star. Glimmering and shining bright for all to see.

Letting others cast their wishes upon her.

Then sometimes, when she was all alone, she would fall.

A candle burning
In a lit room
Still illuminates
It's just not
Noticed as much
As in the dark
I'm your candle
I'm here for you
Especially when
The night comes