I have the tears of a girl that appreciates the earth it waters.
The soil would be grateful
yet these waves saturate my soul with woe
with whimpers so soft, wishing the lonely sting would dull
the dismal fingerprints that harden my stare,
which they dare not directly gaze.
My reflective pools blind those passing by.
Today, I spit on these sighing waterfalls.
They told me the glacier’s love song was glorious.
But I sojourn, asphyxiating in beauty,
suffocating in once still waters.

Today,
I am a mountain,
falling victim to nothing but the
wind with a spine like my eldest pine tree.
I inhale strength and reflect courage for all to
admire and climb. Finally, everybody can see me.
When the clouds melt into the sky, that is when I am most
noticed.

our lips are sore
black and blue,
beaten down by you
but I missed them so
your fingers should feel like
returning home
but I’m embarking on unfamiliarity
set aflame in this dawning room
its all exposed,
your mistakes and bloodshed.
red follicles in your head are ignited
by my outer blight
when once it mimicked my lipstick
on your inner thigh
so aggressive
yet my neck is passive
in the grip of your knuckles
clenching my teeth
your skin melting in between
rigorous hips
eyes staining my soul
drop by drop
drink up baby

I’d ask myself everyday where I would ever find it
after closing hundreds of open doors
everything told me that my repressed love
lied in whatever I could receive
if material could ever materialize in me
an emotion never before felt,
something one could only feel from music,
laughter, learning, gratitude for life
but I realized after being far from my love
after running time and time again,
hoping to find outside what rested within me,
that love is what I have always been
love is inside of me
it just requires time and space to ignite

I rest in her existence
arms clutched to the mother of all dreams
the collector of past lives and what is to come

she doesn’t need love
because it is all she is
and all she will ever be

her belly full of promises and dead secrets
resting silently in the midst of wild light
where winter has no snowfall
and sunshine is the closest burnt star

aurora spilled across her lips
and light violet galaxies in her eyes

I am the magnetic field revolving her
so graceful in her rebellion against
gravity

I ran from the sun
and now I’m homeless.
I ran to the place
with clouds galore;
I sought a new holder of my heart
in storms and thunder
that would pour down
and drench that dried sunshine.
I wanted to be a refugee
in my new hurricanes.
I didn’t miss the dead weeds
and the old trees
but I realized
I would drown
in this downpour.
“You need to heal”, he told me
“The rain needs you.”
But all I could see was that old gray.
My heart was at home
and I never should have left our sunshine
for a cloudy day.

I miss when you told me
you saw my eyes in your dreams
unraveling your destiny and opening horizons
creating oceans and skies of blue cornea
deep new destinations
in your soul appear
that I could never have experienced before
but I should have known
I’d suffocate in your waves
and I don’t have the courage to fly