I grow
In your glow
You are my
Other Sun

for a beautiful man
who will not read this
but should know
that getting to know him
although briefly
awakened in me
a curiosity and
a passion and
a drive to
do more
see more
make more
be more
lessons from a
younger man
who has lived
longer than me
who has experienced
loss like me
and loss like I
will never know
his soul met mine
and for a brief moment
we shared time and space
in another universe
someday i hope to meet
in person
someone who often
resides in my dreams
and reminds me
in my mind
of the wonder of
living for yourself

I’m haunted by the ghosts
Of men
Who came into my life and
Shook it up
Made it nicer and
More fun
Who left or
Faded away
They wander the halls
Of my mind and
From time to time
I smell them
Or hear them
Feel them
Look for them but
They are gone
The house is empty
But its okay
Its okay

When the air is still
And crisp
And not a sound is heard
As the sharpest of minds
Do wander
And fixate on the absurd
When the dark is
Overpowering
And the witches thrive
Is when my soul
Starts to awaken
And I feel the most alive

Take me to bed
In the forest
So I can feel the cold damp earth
Against my naked back
Look up
And see in your eyes
A desire burning for eons
Draw the doubt from my soul
Through my lips
The only witnesses are the trees
As you press me into the ground
Electricity where our skin touches
The only sounds are our
Gentle hymnal moans between gulps of air
Kiss my translucent skin
******* hunger for you
As we reach a fervent crescendo
That rips me in half

I lost a lot of me
To be enough for you
I deserve someone
Who makes me their
Everything

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

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

Tend your garden and only after cultivation, should you offer your blooms to others.

You are why
Poets write
Artists paint
Masters compose
You are the sculptor's clay
The singer's voice
The author's pen
The catalyst
Muse

Grief invades your ears
And ruptures your eardrums
With a deafening roar
That leaves everything else
Muffled after its assault
You adapt, you heal
But you never hear the same

You said I was what you wanted
After I unzipped my skin
And stepped out a different person
Because who I was wasn't enough
But who I became wasn't enough either