In the softest voice I can muster and the biggest garden I can digest  
Last midnight my breath crawled back into my chest and I was without a doubt paralyzed by my own humility
These gestures stood as lessons of both yeast and bread
As if the smell of God can only be found on the skin of sinners
And under the fingernails of saints

There was a deafening silence
Ringing in her ears
She tried to scream out
No one was close enough to hear
She wanted to break down
Drown herself in her tears
Losing sight of all that's right
Forcefully banishing her fears
But it was too late
It had been too many years
Taking a slow deep breath
Letting all the fog clear
She sensed death in the distance
Her time was almost near
Leaving nothing behind
She shudders then simply disappears

The next time you touch my thigh
Remind yourself that it's only a taste
The breast, ankle and lamp shade eyelids
are breakfast if you want them to be
I could kiss the romance of other women out of your mouth if you want me to
Milk bones, quail fingers and brown coating
are lunch if you want them to be
I could replace your spine with a magnolia tree but only if you want me to
Roasted brown eyes, ocean deep belly button and wheat *******
Afternoon anatomy
The taste often ruins the feast

Be still
My ego is resting
and I'm watching cigarettes burst into daydreams
Yesterday is exactly what it seems

We can use broken bulbs and punctured egos as excuses for why we couldn't make it out of bed
I know that discovering the language of our bodies will demonstrate a chemistry that will feel like centuries in one night

Attached to a body that I want to bend out of
Practicing for the day I return my sand to the beach
Laminating all the times the brilliance in my smile swallowed my pride whole
Accepting the opportunity to flush out the karma that made my soul rotten
There is generosity stitched into my teeth
Manners under my nose
and grace carved into the back of my heels
A direct reflection of the Human in God

The moments I won't forget as long as I love
The talent of walking
The power of writing
The magic of speaking
The thunder in giving
Become dust with me
Teach yourself how to match my energy