If you asked me
what I want
I’d tell you to wait
for when my mind
is asleep
and my heart
is dancing
to our memories.

When I’m a wreck

                                               and I’m spilling tears that carry my secrets from

                                      the deepest well                                                   

    I hide
                                      
inside my chest;
you’re right beside me.
with the cloth to dry my tears.

I shiver.

“You’re safe.”
you gently whisper,
                                                                ­                         but
                                                                ­        that’s foreign to my ears.

Wounded hearts never
believe
a voice that is sincere.

There's glory in her story,
and buckets full of pain.
Once they tip over...
only emptiness remains

There's glory in her emptiness,
it sets her free.

  
There's glory in her heart
now that there are no limits to
what she sees.

There's no place to go.
There's no one to be.

I’m tangled in your arms,
the scent of your musky cologne
cradles me in my nightmares.

The smell of blueberry pancakes and coffee arouse my nose.
Your voice and the sun
call me to breakfast.

I open my eyes,
Your scent:
so powerful
even the sheets had me fooled.

I’ve craved for a taste so
fulfilling and nourishing
that I forget the sour bits
encoded into my DNA.

Feed me love before I fall;
the love that shines on the world
like dew drops on a sweet sunrise.

Love,
There is no space
Between our hearts:
Your eyes show me the oceans
of mystery
within my body.
My eyes show you the depths
that are hidden in your soul.

Your ears hear my heart’s
silent song
and my ears hear
your mind’s softest thoughts.
Your nose smells my sweetness
when my lips taste bitter
against my tongue.
My nose smells your goodness
when you feel rotten.
Our hands merge
and we become one,
we become whole.

When we are whole,
We are
In
LOVE.

This world’s giant claws
are beating me down
and slashing at my hope;
turning my heart to pulp.

Where is my strength?
What force is within
grasp
to whisk me away
and save me
from the stains of horror
branded into the Earth?