Pressure in the palms.
Lifting flesh over flesh to breathe
In unison, quickened.
Frevored pace
As the window darkens beyond
Luminous eyes shutting
Lips parting
Dampness of your palms
Press into me
And I fall into sleep
And you fall into my arms
A place you call love

a ghost of a city
a thousand reside
and scream
without voices
'live 10,000 years'
and form walls with
their backs
shrouding the country
that bleeds
but shows no blood

react to the light

collecting birds with broken bones from the porch
and mending them - healed
I lay on the porch and waited
no one came to bind me.

Delicate wisps of dream
Float gently toward the ceiling
Fill the cracks
Crevices
Of an empty soul

The trees do shed their coat in fall,
the blossoms were only fleeting -
and I shed mine.
Parted ways with my long auburn hair -
copper and gold threads to weave together
nature and nurture.
The trees fed me fruits
and I am full
of their sweet nectar.
The trees do shed their coat in fall -
My neck is bare
and my hair
once reflective of the sun
reflect the white bitter cold
I breathe in
I breathe out
Chilled.

there were always wisps of hair tangling in the wind
longing to ride it away, me with it.
you traced maps in my freckles,
pin ***** sprinkled shoulders leading the way
to nowhere.
I squinted at the stars
my glasses are broken
and I wished I could see what they looked like from far away

I am a tangle of hair
a rustle of branches
against walls
droplets streaking
down windows
stillness of wind
before the new gust
felt heard seen
but yet a ghost