She presses flowers
into a leather book:

lavender and lily,
a rose from an ex lover,

a carnation she tore from the ground
roots and all.

Delicate in their death,
she harvests them –

the gentle and the vivid –
to watch them wilt.

The fun is in the dying
as they shrink into

themselves and hide
their colours. She'll keep

them forever, a memoir
written with their carcasses.

one look at you
and i start to wonder
why the stars seem
so much closer,
closer to my skin

for you stand before me,
near, so very very near
yet so unreachable
and so much farther
than what i want in life

to dream is all that is left,
to smile at all, silently accept,
and sanctify what you once said:
let us not be friends
let us not be anything

we were not meant to be ...

not those words
that tumble sweetly
from your curled tongue
which tastes so much
of one i deeply love

or the subtle sighs
and suppressed screams
that want to leap
from the depths
of your eyes

i hear the mounting
tremors of your skin,
the pleading gasps
as i play the music
you so love to feel

and as
we reach the time
when even silence
begins to
whisper ...

when i hear again and again
the struggle of your breath
as it tries to fly
from the confines
of your soul

softly,
softly,
i’ll let you
breathe again,
slowly ...

while i hear you confess
our love, not your sin,
as we touch
each other …
skin to skin

I had loved him
Through the darkness
Past resentment
And beyond
The missing pieces.

As I bent before him
I choked
Tears coming forth in overflow
My heart no longer
Whole.

The truth is
He stopped loving me
So long ago
That I begged him
endlessly
Not to let us slip
Not to lose me within this void.

You can’t reason
When the world crumbles
You can’t hold ruin
With trembling hands
Expecting words
To mend
what
Has been lost
And left behind.

Shades of grey look the other way
shades of orange
breathe on the basket ball league
Across from its charitable disease
Awake from the day
shelter display across the way
work hard from the tropics
hero's stem around it moist
cost of beauty
cover it all its best
in the midst of its pain
no matter what we each face
onto a joyous plant
so honey here we go
a given chance by which to let go & grow

I watched the wind on summer days,
The way it plays havoc with the meadow grass
And wish the words
MY words-
Could be plucked and carried on that breeze
Like a seedling
To go where they need to
And where I cannot.

I want to feel the energy
of the universe

I want to be a star
I want to be a light

feel so warm
feeling so full

all my tears will become shooting stars
dancing in the sky

this flesh and blood
means nothing

give me back my soul

this emptiness
so lonely

I want to connect to your heart
I'm a stranger to everyone I know

give me my soul
let me be conscious of the world

I want to feel everything and everyone around me
like the day I was born