I've learned things
like a flame is coldest
at its tip
right in the middle
is where you get lit
the quickest

and
someone who
admires the curves
of your feet
is certainly someone who
was worth meeting

also
when you act like you don't care
the world acts accordingly,
loses meaning,
refusing so much as a glance
at your stare

mostly
if you don't wish
to be stuck
with a name you've created
for yourself
there are means of depleting it
if you remember the lessons of
placement
appreciation and
passion

it was the super moon
but all that kept me swooned
was you
without asking me to stay the night
you finished your cigarette
on the deck
and left

usually
I'd trail behind your bare feet
back to your sheets
and be comforted
knowing your body was mine to feel

slowly you're making it clear
that maybe it never was

so I sat beneath that beaming moon
and figured I should get used to my shadow
keeping me company

surround my limbs
and each forecast trims
a little off the edges
in silhouettes these hills refresh
my memory of what lies within
linguistics never interested me
nearly as much as our earth
beneath bare feet

nature to nurture
under these fluorescents
I grow thirsty
the carpet rubs my soles
the wrong way
the sun craves to look
into my eyes today
in my most pure & honest state
love is all I choose to intake
each and every inhale
I will not waste

too far ahead or left behind
it seems I can never keep the color
inside the lines
instead my colors bleed
right off the page
either staining the future - yet to be
or tainting the past - already made

speak to me
in ways no person could comprehend
these stark frozen caps stippled with pine
read my mind better
than any love has tried to
these elevations reach me
on a greater level than most
dare to dream of
these steep hills rise within me
as real as any emotion felt
these unharmed mountain pathways
heal my unarmed heart
these hushed yet
ever present winds
whisper harshly but never
attempt to sway the hermit
one way or another