I lack emotion (a motion), pushed, and pulled
At the behest of this endless ocean
How could I ever sail the world
When my mast has broken
Moods swing with each passing wave
No lifejacket
No hope of being saved
The boat is taking water
Each hole a mistake
All the tears I never cried
Now make up this watery grave

So supple the muscle
My heart tender as your skin
Fingertip’s sketch across my chest
The map that led me back here again
I sent a whisper on the wind
You sent a kiss, but
The space between
Assured it would never reach my lips

What is permanent remains
If it is meant for you
It shall find its way
Like tomorrow always finds today
Bones will meet the grave, but
The soul forgoes decay, and the wind
Will sing your name
You are permanent

Love is quiet
Love happens off-screen
Love is beneath the sheets,
Underneath
The ink-stained leaf that bears our grief
Love is the songbirds singing sorrow
So serene
Love is a message
Trapped up in a bottle
Floating
Alone
Preserving today’s thoughts
For another tomorrow
Love isn’t owned
Love is this poem
Just in this moment I don’t feel so alone
Love is an ember
That follows the wind
The spark of an essence
We entomb deep within
Love is some technicolor dream
Love is the streets,
And Radio Rahim
Love is a tether
Between our trust,
And the inevitability
Of falling short of forever