Words like whispers fly,
Dreams unfold in silent night,
Hearts dance in moonlight.

Oh, sacred bean, my morning might,
you drag me back to conscious light.
With every sip, my soul ascends;
until you’re gone, and death impends.

You’re bitter, bold, a little rude,
but I forgive your attitude.
For when you touch my lips just right,
I almost feel like I’ve slept at night.

O liquid joy, my saving grace,
I’d swim in you, face-first, with grace.
A hug in a mug, a slap to my brain,
the reason I function; however in vain.

No prince, no knight, no grand romance,
has held me in their warm embrace,
the way you do, my dark delight;
through every morn and sleepless night.

So here’s my vow, my sworn decree,
I'll love you more than you love me.
For if one day you disappear...
Well. Let's not speak of such despair.

When the weight is heavy, and your knees give way,
When the night feels endless, swallowing the day,
When the echoes of sorrow drown out your fight,
And hope is a whisper, fading from sight;

Take one breath, then take one more,
Step through the wreckage, past the closed door.
You are not broken; just bending, not gone,
Your heart still beats, and the world moves on.

The storm may rage, the waters may rise,
But strength is born in tear-stained eyes.
You have stumbled, but you are not done,
The dawn still calls; you are the sun.

Rise again, though the climb is steep,
Rise again, though the scars run deep.
You are more than the pain that tried to consume,
You are the bloom that will break through the gloom.

So stand, even if trembling, walk if you must,
Crawl if you falter, but in yourself, trust.
For the past is behind you, the future unknown,
But today, my dear, you are not alone.

The pears
bend the
crooked branches—
flushed
and drowsy
with sugar.

The juice waits
for something—
for its skin
to be bruised,
for a mouth
to bite in,
and when done
waiting—
suffer the wind
do what must
be done.