i wrote about us

as the sun and the moon

to understand

intangible forms of distance

honey drenched sun

fallen across his eyes

he lost his rings

in the living room and i cradle this love

like a baby

soft, gentle

tender and i'm never letting it go

she was looking for a love that didn't leave her restless

you took me to the mountains, to a place that didn't ask anything from you so you could forget that I did.

you took me to the mountains
it was late june
the stream below kept you from sleeping
i thought
maybe this was your version of ignoring
who we were below the tree tops.
taking us to cleaner air to make your head feel less unsure
about us
but i think it made you see the gaps
between how your life was with me
and how it was without.

we were just two lovers in venice
loving and leaving,
we were just two hearts in meeting
healing and dreaming

I saw 'home' as walls,
as lights, as a bed for two.
now i see home as a place inside me
a light,
familiar warm feeling
that never leaves.