Boy
Attachment is not love

I was choking under your grasp
Soaking me in guilt and past lives.

Plucking away my ultimate freedom.

Showering me with love. Until your words take me elsewhere.
*******.
I like being dominate

Let me go.

I want to love you all night,
and again
In the morning

He asked
Why are you up so late

I said
Writing poems about you
My love

It will always be me.

i'm sorry
i gave all my love away

He said, you are so beautiful
I never wanted to kiss someone more
Those words wrap around me like English ivy
Piercing through the cracks in my worth

Engrossed in the soft freckles on your nose
Kisses from angels
Protection from all else.

I don't want to fall in love again

Take a deep breath, my dear
It's not that serious-

It's only going to haunt you forever

One shot
Three shots, cheers
My head is spinning

Men-bloodshot eyes fester up my body
As if they try to climb into my skin, to live out the rest of their youth

I-saw a beautiful woman tonight
Mom I might be bisexual?
I-am maybe.

She was wearing black shorts and clogs.
Leather woven into itself
with wooden soles- companions

A boy
Loved my presence
Worth every minute

I wish he was between my thighs
My mother would disagree

A future with someone new maybe.

Stripped
you threw me into the Lions Den
and I tamed the Beasts

beautiful boy
i know your weren’t the One
but i still miss you every day
i’m lucky i got to love someone like you
thank you

Because of You-
I belong among the wild flowers

I'm so scared
I won't find someone to love me
That I'm forgetting to love myself

The best things come out of the red.
Blue.
Like your eyes

Lying under the plum tree
Buds, ripening like dew in April air
You make plum trees blossom
In the dead of winter
Vigor and bronze.

Apricots on my nightstand
Sun invading my sage linen sheets
My naked body, bare
Hands, against my olive skin
Rest your head on my shoulder
My promenade collarbones
Evoke in my femininity.

Now, you leave me
Broken under the blazing sun,
Feverish eyes and dilated pupils
You are,
Pit of the plum.
Fetal.

She’s raw
Unfiltered

Like the joint
She holds between her fingers

She looks at him
"Get my ******* out of your mouth"
I'm not your ******* mom

I’m going to Florence Italy,
You tell me it takes a special kind of woman-

How was your life
I will spend most of mine,
In my shallow skin, and
depths of my mind.

Hating that I left

Hello again-

Children playing on a hot summer’s day
Humid
And Ripe
Noise and laughter
Chaos!

Stillness
Children stop running.
Collapsing

Encapsulated
In the horrors of stillness
Able to see the cracks in the foundation
The raw truth

The more you search for love
The more you're not going to find it

i’m glad you left

I like making honey focaccia
That’s right honey and bread

Kissing the freckles on your nose
Between the rise and fall of the yeast

Subtly sweet taste with

Oil and balsamic
A match made in heaven

Like your lips against my skin

here we are
together

skin on skin

i miss your touch

no matter how bad it hurts
i will give you my heart
over and
over and
over
again

i’m living the live i always wanted to live
yet i feel so empty

dance through
the hard times
i’ll dance with you

i can’t wait to
live the life i’ve always wanted
with you

Break me down
Soak me
Until I drown
In the subtle aroma of cigarette smoke
Break me down
Until it feels like home

Dim and grey
Break me down

i watch the ducks
fly
into the sky
with bodies
so small
yet voices
so loud
oil feathers
in glistening water
joining together

Blood and toil on dirt.
Dirt to gravel.

Land of the free.
I started dancing on marble.
And its sweet land of privilege.

When she walks in the room
She commands attention
not purposely
Naturally
So strong

So encapsulating
In her presence  

With
Beautiful blue eyes

the only wars
i create
are against myself

make love to me
under the rain

your soft skin
against mine

i love you eternally

in a world that moves so fast
sometimes we need to slow down

leaving you
set me free

finding you
let us fly

i wish you knew your worth

there are so many bullet holes through the
heart on my sleeve

Olive trees, north of Boston
Mute green buds,
maturing into flowers
Blanketed in frost

            Dipping my toes into the beginnings of      
                                                          mother­hood.

One sole tree and sharp shadows
Fruit the color of deep plum
crystalized in ice

                                    Decisions in motherhood.

In loving memory,
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon,

                                          A Daughters Eulogy

He probably knows her best.
Touching her skin, while stripping freedom from her bones.
Against every will.
Whiskey under his breath, with a different type of confidence now.

Lines become blurry, when women have to experience ****** assault,
Rather than learn what it looks like in a classroom,
before, unwanted exploration becomes an honor to be touched by you.

Light does not shine through, an education system, where women conflate **** and miscommunication.

Except.
Boys will be boys,

For all becomes stripped from liberty and justice,
Prove your crime,
Against a society who believes **** must be forced
Girls will be girls, becomes a movement to restore
Their American right, Justice.

Invisible,
Against every will,

Her stepfather.

no matter how lonely i become

i hope you know
i am never coming back

Elderberry drinks

Soft footsteps
Emerald green rug
Ornate.

Roasted garlic caramelized
Subtle and buttery
Once pungent and sharp

Flowers as centerpieces
Tulips emblematic of spring
Rebirth

Yet. I’m stuck sipping
On this drink
Thinking of you

And the joints of the floorboards
Rubbing together

Elderflower drinks
Subtle pear, with a hint of *****.

Soft footsteps,
Joints of the floorboards rub together, under
emerald, green rugs
Ornate.

Roasted garlic, caramelized
Bulbs, once pungent and sharp
A recipe for failed relationships.
Become mellow and buttery

Flowers as centerpieces
Tulips emblematic of spring
Rebirth

Licking the sugar off the rim,
As the ***** catches up to me,

I’m sorry I missed your Birthday.

i have watched the wild flowers
Grow
Grow
Grow
Grow
and bloom
just to start again

So young but
the world chewed you up
To see the depths of grey
A boy could bear
Layer after
Layer after
Layer after
After.

i want to be everything i’m not
and nothing that i am

it felt like home
in your arms again

Cinnamon tea and orange peels,
Aroma of citrus and spice fill the kitchen,
Deutsch cinnamon to be exact
Less delicate, deeper sweetness

Quills of cinnamon, steep into my teacup
A spike of apple moonshine,
Coating my throat with warmth

You would say
As kids, I remember my dad giving us whiskey when we were sick.

College,
Yesterdays, bottles of brandy
Today’s tomcat
Cinnamon tea, garnished with an orange peel
Soothing as honey,

I miss you.