Beneath the corymbia citriodora
somewhere in time, an eternally lilac
womb—
the lord knit our ribs together
and blessed the future laid out
above us like a canopy
Every moment strung across
a cotton string, dried orange slices
in the evening sun, twisting to and fro
soft and crystalline, faintly venous—

We weren’t left without the knowledge of
time or the length at which it would stretch
how I might Look for you every day—
have you been looking for me?

Please look for me.



Please look for me

I’m made of lists
Knocking on doors, I’m unprepared
half my mother,

I’ve been praying the Lord unmake me
Strip me bare, smelt me to my core

I’m hastening to be someone you could love
Could you?

Could you.

bruised my knuckles
knocking on your door

for so long
you wouldn't answer

but i was the one
who had the spare key

all along
and you knew it, too

don't bend your back
get down your knees.

i saw you
and i was sure
the stars reflect in my eyes
the wind splash
smiles and blood rush
i felt them altogether
i heard the leaves,
and my heart
fall at the same time.
i did not know
it was possible
to touch destiny
until you appeared
next to me.

- M

No one told me
the silence would be so loud.

That after the storm
there would be no sun,
only fog thick as milk
curling through my ribs.

I did not beg for light.
I did not curse the dark.
I simply sat—
hands open,
palms salted with memory.

There was a moth once
that lived in my chest.
Fed on echo,
slept in shame.
I haven’t felt it in days.

I think I may be alone now.

And for the first time—
that does not terrify me.

A light has grown
In me
In you
In us

A light came into the world
In the East
Where gardens bloom
And memories live

A light shines now
Born from silence
Close to the colorful mist
Where skylines rise

This light is for you
I’d like to give it to you
It comes from the heart
From me to you

Don’t stay because you feel you must,
Love can’t be built on guilt or dust.
Stay only if your heart beats true,
If every breath still aches for “you.”

I want your smile, not just your face,
Your laughter warm, your soft embrace.
But if your joy begins to fade,
Don’t let our love become a cage.

I’d rather kiss you one last time,
Than hold you bound by silent crime.
So stay, my love, if love is why
Not just to soothe a saddened sigh.

loving a woman feels like poetry feels like the sunrise on the coldest night feels like warmth and pleasure from the divine it feels like softness like love like lust like being in love with your best of friends like closest connections like feeling the spirit of the divine feminine coursing through me all at once it makes me feel alive and the happiest to be me .