Learn to touch me without your hands.

Your body is beautiful, but when can I
learn your soul?

I'm ready to be what makes your eyes light up
like the bible, like religion, like
what brings you to your knees..

.. Look, I just want to be your God.

Read over my curves like the Quran,
let your lips echo and repeat my name away from my skin,
breathe thanks under your breath for every time I
lift you up.

Your burdens are mine to shoulder, my
lov-

no. Say it first.

Let lightning strike you down if you don't mean it,
so I pray you do.

The moon is full
This jacket is warm
My flask is empty
You are not here

Here, and over here -
The fortunate sons

Those who made it home
To fields and hills of native tongue
In the soil their people toiled
- They listen quietly when we come


There, and over there -
Beneath crossed lines too many

Still - they man the trenches
Along the Marne and Somme
Below the woods of Belleau
And the forest of Argonne

No sonnets in a foreign language
Rendered where they languish -
The distant rest far and away
In a cold November grave


We should remember
Here and there
The old lie -

And the young.

r ~ 11/11/14

The second your bare skin
Touched mine
I knew I would be craving that feeling of perfect wholeness
For the rest of my life.

Those eyes are apostrophes, they make you stop for awhile.

Could you believe I'm a Catholic girl
living in this ***** world?
I've been called a ***** and a bigot.
They change there minds when they see it's girls I kiss.

I guess people just don't see
that this little Catholic girl
Can kick ***, make a mistake
and still have time to make it to Church.