hands run along the arch

as the skin

of the fruit ripens, the trial these fingers

leave, blazes with a need to follow.



to your light

digest me

and my shadows.

leave your glitter



for me to find.

a year later

take with you

my independence.



conjure the beast of evolution.

as i grip and sink

my teeth into your openings.

savory every drip is.



there’s been a thirst

to restore.

all that was once lost.

now, i wait



while the drought approaches.

from over the mountains

a tainted view, as the clouds part ways.

to reveal all that is ahead.



the future holds with it

a spear of truth.

tempted to pierce all that stands.

before my feet, the love for you



that comes with grief.

seeping through

the walls of my sanity.

until this room is no longer vacant



but before then.

i will cherish the juice that drips.

onto my lips

through this fruitful kiss.

as this sunrise

gives me a blanket of comfort

irreplaceable by women; i bring my head to ground

the presences is seized by the morning.

imagine, your scent to wander this place.

the lavender trails, the roses to follow

the honey to study, the water to admire

and the peach to taste

the skin is ****; the fruits is underneath

to my eyes, it will be a taste to remember

the juice release a call of appreciation

for a touch to outline the color

anxious, impatience, to feel the sunrise it is

on my lips as my tongue believes in it

to be the only fruit left; i will savior every bit

until the peach is ready

but i will not be here

when it will grow it’s garden

for i have fallen in love

and the thought has harden

it will be broken; this love is not meant to be

at least; not in the way that i have felt

my acceptance of news comes with jealousy

i was so hopeful of time to be spent

as the roots unraveled all of their thought

inside of the soil, the exteriors grew itself.

the color diversify what the eye will see

a forest now; enchanting my view with the green

as the scent of the petals ****** my will to resist

i know, that this garden is not home

although; i got to kiss

the sweetest of peaches

i am not yours

so with me i’ll take

all of my love; into my backpack

and travel these roads again

until i stumble on a view; that i have not yet.

but please all that i ask

is you let my trail

not be covered; and let my path be one you remember.

A divine red steals my attention
My gaze can not be broken
To flow like no other
Color so profound

Within it is wisdom, beauty and all of the truths
The purest it can be
This view is my muse
Here I find, roses, water and honey.

The light you give is a Kiss from the soul
It’s lips press against mine
The touch is so light
Yet it rushes through me

the moments together are like no other
an errand is a moment with you

we could be overseas
in London holding tea
in your bedroom wrapped up in your sheets

or watching a sunset
stretch across the waters on the beach
any moment with you is light for my soul

only a ghost knows it’s Home
I don’t have one
I’ve known none
Every base collapses

Setting a pathway Of rumble around me
The dust chalks up
My lungs fill up
i become my forgotten home

i must be a ghost for me to know

a day of your smile
is a year of endless sunshine.
you are my light
you are perfect
how you have come
please don’t change your beautiful sun