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.

when i think of hope i think of light

but sometimes light can hide

it can hide in the shade becoming lost in it's own shadow

a seeping of it's beams pouring through, desperate to meet our skin

but

the very thing about hope is that we can only feel it when we bring ourselves closer to it, in attempt to,we find that light is everywhere around us,moving past us, waking us, illumanting us, cocooning us as we sleep.
if we are open, light can gift us hope and there we are forever touched by it.

let the golden thoughts you think

tumble out of your mouth like tokens

in exchange for beams of light

let the ocean be your home
let the waves be your road
let the sun be your light

her life was her art

a messy, enchanted

desert of possibilities

her life was her canvas

undoing the brush as if had seen

everything she dreamt

my intuition

was a cave of

torches

beckoning new beginnings

She felt a direct closeness to him and everything she felt when she was with him,
maybe it was the closeness to the sea that overlooked the sun

or


a setting on the coast that dimmed and shone every time the night came. From his window, she heard the waves

snow white etchings on the glass
a design someone looked to and loved

you are fuller when you look at me in love.

i am in a state of  
existing in two halves,
one where you are and
one where time is the only thing
that differs between us.

Yesterday everything aligned,
even the birds called my name
and then it switches the way
the temperature does here,
mild and damp.

Some moments,
when it gets late
I am impatience for all things

but then it eases away just like

how the european life does to me.

what do the stars tell me, I ask

they repeat echoes of your name

across my neck and down my lips

forever in a constant communication

i was entangled in mental fog
yet i was at my closest to the divine

Coated in light, the moon hung
upside down to me today.

like the heads coming out of the cinema screens at night, tired.
a trail of tiredness accompanied with them  
like smoke ends following their coats.

The 5am jet lag settles in
and I’m adjusting into the new,
he takes my suitcase down for me to the bottom of the hilled road
and clouds and looks through the glass.
In love.

when i speak to him
i speak to the universe

Blurred and unfocused
Your silhouette is enough to make
My heart weak.

he sighed until his breath matched
the room again
and i watched
as the lights fell over his skin
meeting his complexion

i am redefining what home is
and should feel like.

i like how they know each other so well,
they see each others flaws and
love regardless

He says “we” in a collective tone

unison

is like having breathing spaces that never get full.

i am a link
between the universe
and my native land

we were like the sun and the moon
existing only in seperation yet
couldn't live without each others light

i craved to understand a language in
you that i could not speak
so instead i spent time
decoding your eyes
hoping that your
eyes could converse
more than your lips

i threw the rose into the canal

and


you pushed the tired away into other people's
eyes

two people fell in love
in your room

we moved to a poolside
and awoke to blue skies
catching daylight just to see
it disappear

the indoors became a cave
for our hearts, our minds and our
conversations

somewhere i would stay
but couldn't grow.

this is how we love now -
our phones heating up
as our desire cools down.

somewhere
when the day dips into cool blue
dusk
we rest our elbows along your balcony edge and exist only as rooftop observers.
pomegranate seeds grate my teeth as
you pluck them with your hands
Eating them like small treasures You’ve found

I feel as if my thoughts reach higher up here, like they are closer to the sky
you had this effect on me, love appeared again and you were the
reason.

just like a firefly
i drew closer to your light
but in distance i remembered
that i had my own

autumn was slow
and opportunities shook themeselves
over me
i was at a turning point whilst crimson
leaves fell underneath my feet
gathering dust onto my street

i was undoing
just like the citrus fruits that hang in my grandmothers garden, the light was changing and i felt
ripe again.

i wanted to know the moon
every crater, every imperfection, every mark
so hollow and white
yet filled with days of experience
i became envious one night
of her need to be so far away but
see everything, still.
how she could never get bored, exist
only as a symbol and as a light source
and be

nothing
more.

california sea, late august
salt in my eyes,
the statue stood
as a mirage of you and
me, once so grounded and strong
now only the
waves can break it away

A glimmer of silver cuts across the metal car bonnet, glowing up my face with the wet artificial lights outside. My body taped to the seat, the reflective world outside orbits us as we drive in silence. I want to utter something out maybe to make sense of what is occurring in my reality but I don’t, instead I wait. A hum of sound buzzes from the car machine, filling up the space that isn’t already full with the feeling of anticipation and newness.  

You are a lover of the night
you see what the day is too shy to reveal.