I want to write a poem
where every word is sacred
every letter wraps around the page
like a pair of arms, comforting
and warming,
I want to reach out like a hand
to save you from drowning
for the ink to spread into the
entire ocean,
infecting the crystal clear water with
uncomfortable metaphor,
just read, or listen, and I'll kiss you
gently on the forehead with a simile
to make your smile,
my words will set you free, my darling
just listen
just listen
just listen

I am a volcano,

a rupture in the crust of a planetary-mass
threatening to consume all in my path
with hot lava and gas
erupting at the slightest, single touch

so be ******* careful
if you dare touch me

My heart beats, still
although you're gone
life goes on

so they say...

but they never held
your hand in theirs

stroked your hair at 3am
when they couldn't sleep

I run screaming from this darkness
into the wild night

offering myself to the stars

"TAKE ME!"

I yell,

take me and put me amongst your heavenly light
I have no place on Earth anymore

now that the one thing grounding me to it
has gone

we ran screaming from the sea
because we saw the crest of a wave
and could scarecely imagine what else
the ocean had to offer

we ran screaming form the burning house
because we saw the flame of the candle
and could not see our place
standing next to the unimaginably powerful fire

we felt so small against the elements
until we realised that we, too, were elements
and that the fire and the water may indeed
one day, run from us

pain is etched
onto my body
like a tattoo

it pierced the flesh
and left its inky
residue

on my skin
forever

by the skill
of your hand
(a gentle stitch)
my heart wrapped
itself around
you,
we became
entwined entities
of flesh and thread,

I soaked my feet
in the waters
that your eyes
bled,
become one
with your sorrow,
turning it into
art,

we healed by the drugless needle,
we healed by the broken thread,
we healed upon the canvas
of the love

we walk with our past
forever beneath our feet

threatening to erupt like a volcano
or spring back into life, like a vine

it is the stepping stones
that guide us
and the gravity the grounds us

as we walk,
our past and our future, collide

we see the whole of the journey
from birth the death
confronted with every detail of our existence

and still, we walk

we walk