To my future children,
nothing in life comes easy
you will hear these words all the time.

To my boys,
treat the world with a gentle touch
be kind
do not let others
teach you the ways in which
they think boys ought to be.

To my girls,
i say the same
but in this cruel, cruel world
remember that you breathe fire
for that is the only way
you will make it out alive.

I'm mesmerized by your eyes,
and the way you say my name,
and you look like an angel to me.

The heart, the warmest sea;
night dives in
chasing dreams,
then suddenly
the day has come ashore;
a smile crawls blissfully
and parts the waves
to reach the sun
to ask for more
of the same
exchange of warmth

I am just going to lye on my grass and allow the bees to do what they want
Because as soon as I bask in my freedom, lying on that glistening green grass
Here comes the bees getting ready for their attack
As soon as I flick one off, another comes
And as hard as I fight, the bees are the ones who have won
Not because the quantity is too much for me to take
But because I let them get to me and over exaggerate
Realistically the bees aren't going to eat me alive
It's the way you perceive these bees, so you let them eat your mind
And the more you allow it to happen, the more bees will return
And will soon become a habit to much to overturn
but how am I suppose to free myself of becoming bee baite
I can't, and I've come to the conclusion I never will
Because as soon as I plan my picnic, I notice the ants making their way up the hill.

Have you ever met someone
that makes you want to grab their
hand, turn it over, and
gently press your lips
into the soft part
of their wrist,
tenderly scarred and
rich in its
flowing deltas of blue veins,
beautifully alive.
Someone who you want
to hold, hold
their shaking existence,  
through the rain,
clicking on the windows
of their ribcage,
through the silent
light of spring,
hard dark
of winter.
You would give
your head and your heart,
to see the sun shine on
the easy curve of their cheeks,
lips parted in a smile
like the dissolution
of ice.