I see him rise again —
draped in fire, wrapped in light,
and I, the quiet one,
can only reflect what he gives me,
can only follow,
never lead.

He burns without asking permission.
the clouds part for him like scripture,
the trees lean toward him in worship,
the world spins just to feel his warmth.
No one ever asks what it costs me
to chase someone who never turns around.

I am the Moon —
soft, silver, cold in comparison.
But still, I pull oceans to their knees.
Still, I move the blood in your veins,
still, I rise in every poem about longing
and make it hurt a little more.

He does not love me.
he probably never will.
but I dream of it anyway,
like a sinner kissing the gates of Heaven
knowing they won’t open.
Like thirsting in a drought
and calling the mirage divine.

He is the Sun —
So bright it hurts to look.
So far I can’t breathe when he’s near.
So beautiful I could scream.
And I do.
In silence, in tides,
in every broken wave that crashes
because I couldn’t hold it in.

I make storms when I’m angry.
I make art when I’m desperate.
I drag the night behind me
Like a velvet funeral shroud,
because loving him feels
a lot like dying slowly
and calling it romance.

Sometimes, he looks over his shoulder.
just barely.
Just enough for me to write epics
about things that never happened.
Just enough for me to mistake heat
for affection.

I am not jealous —
I am envy incarnate.
I am longing with teeth.
I am the boy who watches from a distance
and writes sonnets with shaking hands
While the world burns for someone else.

He doesn’t know what I’d give
to feel his warmth
without blistering.
To stop orbiting
and finally touch.
But I am the Moon.
He is the Sun.
And that is all we were ever allowed to be.

So I smile in silver.
And I shatter the sea.
And I say his name quietly
when the Earth is sleeping,
as if that will make it real.

As if that will make him mine.

How solemn is spring;
as azure tears kiss the blooms,
the rainbow drinks deep.

I yearn for something long gone in the depths of the future;
Not able to place a finger on its familiarity.

Discovering what is already known
Can be a clarifying process of redundancy.

When a step forward feels like a tumble backward
Toward the inevitable direction of it all.

When a puzzle forms around me
I stand there, inert.

The challenge beckons me further. It calls me closer,
Etching itself deeper into my path.

Smiling at the fantasy of completion on the other side,
A field of emotional mishaps rains down before me.

Kindness without a hidden agenda
Intelligence without *******
Authenticity without promotion
It sounds like sabotage these days
Or a new form of emotional cyberattack.

The wind was a delicate caress,
Like tiny jets of zephyrs gently brushing against the branches.
It was so subtle that the nimble verdant limbs trembled in response,
Mimicking the soothing sound of a seashore.
Just step onto the deck and close your eyes,
And let the warmth of the sun envelop you like a long-awaited hug.
Its light kisses your pale skin, infused with melanin, 

And toasts you to a perfect shade of cinnamon.

You can feel the excitement of vacation coursing through your veins,
Rising and falling with each breath.
If you..shhh, calm down, and relax,
You can experience the weightlessness of shedding a world’s burden from your stubborn shoulders.
There’s life in this moment, even in the comfort of your own backyard.

Listen to the songbirds’ cheerful chirps
And the playful chatter of chipmunks scurrying along.
But resist the urge to open your eyes and embrace the present moment.
Live in a dreamlike state, where you can savor the taste of freedom.
How it tastes like silk and watermelon, or lemon lime, sublime
This moment has the power to transform your life,
Banishing the harmful cancers of sadness that have plagued you.
No more today, when you bask in the sun’s rays, feeling a renewed pep in your step
And confidence in your sway.
As the day unfolds, the rain clouds may roll in tomorrow, but not today.

Your eyes were deep oceans.
Salted with pain.
Drained from our veins.
I have a fear of drowning in you.
Silent confessions were like opioids.
The feelings that consume my heart
are now bone deep.
My cells know.
Why my blood runs slow.
When you kiss my pale
pouty lips.  
Further I slip into
the waves of you.