will the sunlight lead me home or will I stumble up the stairwell?
did the moonlight cloak our hips or did the steam outline our shadows?
do you see the hopes I see or just avoid the air I breathe?

connect with my hand,
crawl through my wrist
into my bones,
my veins, and my hips.

wrap around my finger,
you know I'll linger
around the bend.

I'm stuck in your web,
filtered out like a fire so red.
let me pass through
and I'll follow you
into the land you've led.

hanging from the ferris wheel,
swinging in a cage blown by the westerly winds.
looking at the ground below,
seeing how the lights, they glow.
hold onto me as we descend back down,
plant our feet on the traveled ground,
and hope, that we'll be carried up again.

talk to me, willow tree
tell me of the life you lead.
does the wind cool you down
when your leaves fall to the ground,
or do you like the sense of relief?

eating up the buildings,
crawling up the corners
to cover the signs of the city.
enacting their revenge
on the cement coating their soil.

Crates of fruit from names of colors,
Strewn about like our past lovers.
Left alone and peeled apart,
Pulp fills the drain but leaves the heart.

find the symmetry in the snow
lining the windows as the storm passes by.
fog up the lenses, as they try to document the sky
and its peculiar patterns.

your head's been in the clouds, little one.
ignorance may be bliss,
but bliss isn't always fun.

I want my heart broken open, apart on the floor
valves spilling out sunlight pouring out from my core

my warmth comes from you, your limbs and your spine
you pull me in closer to find what we hide

the mountains are dancing
their souls and their spines
bending the branches, twigs and their pines

finding their way to the starry dark sky
the sun lights the way
'til the day turns to night

I want to find you in the storm of the sea
the calm of the waves
crashing down onto me

the clasp of your hand
on the nape of my neck
as we lie in the sun with our backs bending back

the roots of our touch
planting into the ground
hoping that we will be lost and then found

like an x on the map that’s marking the spot
the dots that connect
the have and have nots

just look into my eyes
the soul and the prize
finding its way out of the darkened night skies.

synchronicity ****** me
or maybe it was the lack of it
the timing so stretched
strewn across the states with nothing left
but things to waste
someday I'll have faith
but tonight I lie awake
with thoughts of you and I
wondering who will be the first to bend
hoping neither of us will break
under the weight of the deepening sand
that's only there to separate.

none of my words seem to rhyme anymore
I'm grasping at thoughts strewn across the floor
throw them in to the fan spinning out of my hands
hitting the walls, scratching the stucco, flailing and falling
yet to discover my calling

shine me off once you wear me down.
I'm used to the place between you and the ground.
My soul is bare, I come in a pair,
and you might just think I'll never be found.

when it slips down the stairwell
only then will you revel
in the light of the moon
passing strangers at noon
lit by the spring sunlight
imagining futures too soon.

when it all goes to hell
ignoring the noontime bell
ringing with presence
breathing remembrance
always there to remind
of your first winters hesitance.

we could drink mulberry wine
just above the treeline
bringing you closer to me
complaining I'd freeze

we could have cider at noon
in my living room
the two of us lying
in the sunlight too soon

we can drink poorly spiced beer
lighting a fire right here
the stove searing hot
warming through the knots

soon we'll need nothing
just the other right there
held together with hope
never too far or too near

memorize my memories,
remember my mortality.

the things we convince ourselves
have such potential
to harm or hinder.
sparkle me up,
I'll splinter like tinder.

bright like the scent of citrus
the smell of your hair as
i lie on your chest
telling you tales of winter unrest
scraping away the layers of leaves
waiting to fall upon your knees
speak to my soul, my eyes seem to know
how far we can go if we both well please

sing to me the song of the season
changing and growing and shaving off secrets
pierce through the skin
fall out through the center
i've been left unopened, but this is much better

you're blossoming off the branches,
but still withering with the leaves.

I walked to the edge of the river,
dipped my hand in and
felt the cool air hit my chilled fingertips.

I knew no one had been here before,
practicing my ritual of solitude,
saying goodbye to yesterdays faults.

Standing on the edge of the river,
somewhere between land and water.

thread me through your needle,
I'll be the one you call.
I can sew up all your wounds
if you break a seam or fall.

don't take the skill for granted,
there's not many as strong as me
that will let you bend and stretch,
allow you to feel free.

The moon’s controlling the tides
And the minds
Of the faltering youth.
Leading them outside,
Pulled by the draw of a glow so new.
Hidden in the trees,
Protected by the bees
and their sweet, sweet treasure.

He'll think of her-
the graceful twists
her body would bend.
the passion of souls intertwined,
they would mold together,
young and permanent.

She'll dream of him-
the safe harbor
of his open arms,
curled within the curves of his spine.
close enough to smell the pine
of the nearby forest.

How long will it last?
they would ask
one another as the sun slowly rose.
as long as the leaves will fall,
and the rivers will flow
was their answer.

poignant and pointing
this is what you will be
second inward from the left
free, you will see

well rounded and fresh
garnished with a ring
growing openly
soon, you will be

some find comfort in the fullness of the moon,
for others this body seems to rise too soon.

skyscrapers make the clouds cry.
they speckle their windows,
darkening the view that was promised.

window washers risk themselves
high above the puddled ground,
wiping away the sky's autograph.

too bad they didn't check the forecast-
could've saved themselves a trip back.

he will come

he’ll wrap his arms around your body
peeling the weight from your shoulders
raising your chin to the sky
while the tears roll out your eyes

spinning you round in circles
above the flowers
that will soon grace your ears

fear not my dear
he will come

for many times before have thought there was the one
but it has not been so
soon you will know
he will come

I've put too many eggs in this basket
The rattan is wearing thin
Maybe we can build another
Out of fresh reeds and some skin
Wind it together like our souls intertwined
Glue it so strongly with our deepening insight
It'll hold once it dries in the crisp autumn light

people come together and move apart
like the sand that lines the ocean.
built into castles,
broken down by a careless step,
washed back to sea.

find me on the roof,
the gazebo of our past.
fallen from the sky and
climbing up the rugged mast.
spinning slowly round and
dreaming you'll be found,
waiting for the future,
or at least ‘til you come down.

you were a grenadier
with your target on my soul

your mind stuck on my strength
while the fire filled me up

the smoke stung at my eyes
as you disappeared through dust

I used to play the cloud game in the stucco of my bedroom walls.
My eyes confined to the few feet surrounding my pillow,
finding hippos and continents before I drifted off to sleep,
always comforted they would be there when I woke.
If you ask me to find them now,
all I'll see are nail holes.

my oh my,
      my faraway one
far from the land
      and the sea
           and the sun.

the breath that you breathe
      sinking into the seas
         gasping for me
           in the warm summer breeze.

my faraway one
     taller than trees
           deeper than roots
              growing down to the seas
the love for we is all you may need.

find me where you've looked before,
curving round the corner for more.
look behind the hidden skies,
the clouds will hide what you have to shine.

let the heat fill the room,
bend the pictures off the wall,
they warp and twist and fade,
like leaves at the start of fall.

rough waters
harsh winters
frozen on the sides
icicles like splinters
hold me warmer like the gloves
lingering around your fingers
lovers in this mess
of snowflakes turned disasters
grasping through the dust
of what we're going after

these hills bring up a lot in you
wind blown waves flowing through and through
seasons in our lives, eager to find the prize
of companionship and comfort falling from the skies.

I wonder what I would find if I connected
all my freckles and moles.
I'd go number by number,
until there was a web of ink woven up and down my body-
across my back, down to my belly and legs,
up to my palms and back to my shoulders.
I bet it would be beautiful somewhere.

he knew he would win -
finding his catch,
he paused to reel her in.

a beautiful prize,
though on the inside
she was merely bones and sand.

thrown into the sea
she was let go.
set off to lure the next lonely soul
to set her free.

float in the space,
blend with the tide.
come up for air,
make sure you're alive.

rolling hills and winding rivers
cooling clouds and calming winters
burning trees and falling embers

pull me in and rinse me off
wring the sand off my shoulders
sanding corners thru covers
coveting light like lovers
'til we depart from one another

soak with me the summer heat
dripping from branches
dangling over the street
tell me all your secrets
every one you keep
you'll remain a mystery,
even to me.

deer eyed doe eyed
tell me what you mean
eyes wide summer side
tell me all you need
finding the signs
in the strum of the night
bend my body in the line of the light
take me away from the lanterns so bright
keep me warm in the comfort of the night
skin so close we're the first to fly
alone and high in the midnight sky

spread your roots down
before the snow comes around
and takes your ambition away.

tracing the curves with delicate touch,
watching them turn into bone,
afraid to point it out.

this is only for me,
the sense of relief
as you wrap around my knees.

I can feel you in my palm
holding on to your hand
connecting lines, drawing dots
seeing more than I'd like to say we are

I can feel you in my chest
my arms laid to rest
across my eyes, above my heart
lying further away than I'd like to say we are

I can feel you in my mind
writing stories left untold
pens flowing, lead scratching
asking for more than I'd like to say we are

I can feel you in my world
together intertwined
steps and leaps, floating faith  
building more than I'd like to say we are

Through all this wonder I can feel you finally
we're falling as one
you and me, blindly free
and I'd like to say we are