when i speak to him
i speak to the universe

my creativity is a never ending
energy source

       anytime it wavers- it must come back like a

boat out in the deep dark waters,
it must to return to shore

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

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

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

the power of rituals

harness me and him

into a bind

where time isn't a thing

and we suddenly become natural waves

against the outer chaos.

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

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

i have a love i would

travel oceans for.

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

success begins with self fufillment

soul prompts come to us

in thoughts and feelings,

we just aren't paying enough attention

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.

we take your car out
cruising away
into a night time lullaby

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.

i was so caught up with my purpose
i missed every moment before me

with the lights that glide down the front of the beach,
we drive and stay up too late
i am still adjusting to
the difference in sea air  and
the confusing
culture change
but this feels real

he was a mirror
for all the inner work
i did

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

you are fuller when you look at me in love.

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.

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

I am your 3am star that you see from your window sill

In your daylight slumber,

I am what showers you in curiosity

And wonder

Filled of days with you

So beautifully mastered

I am yours

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.

we went for coffee, i don't even like coffee
but i liked his grip around my waist and
the ten days he is here for like a cigarette
that burns out and he re lights again for comfort

we went for a walk and  the sun poked holes through the tree tops. we talked about education choices, then circulated our breathing back to
crisp
cool
delicate lungs

we went to sleep, on an old sofa bed,
piling duvets up on top of each other to sink into
i stay up too late and then i'm always the first to sleep
i wonder if he falls because i do

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

The houses here are like miniature towns,
their walls are crumbled and ruined
and our eyes float up to the signs
above the car windscreen,
he said i make him see everything
differently, its like having a new set of eyes

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 wrote about us

as the sun and the moon

to understand

intangible forms of distance

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

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

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

When I don’t have my journal,
you are the pages that listen to me
when I can’t find the song I need,
you are the perfect chord
to my inner melody.

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

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.

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.

my intuition

was a cave of

torches

beckoning new beginnings

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

let the golden thoughts you think

tumble out of your mouth like tokens

in exchange for beams of light