Looking up at a fresh blue sky with patches of angry grey here and there
I looked back down again as he said
"Besides, look at all the flowers your father has given me."

I wonder if the moon feels like we take it for granted.

Maybe we are the ones responsible for the waxing and the waning
of the moon.
We must learn of our responsibility.
                                                                It is the same for people

It is a constant cycle of convincing ourselves we are
something people want to see--
luminous like the
orb that lights the night.
And then convincing ourselves
we are only a crescent of a person--
not worth the space
allotted to us.
                               Just like the moon.

It is not nature that controls its cycle.

We are born from the moon. It is more human than we are comfortable admitting.

Waning is genetic and there is no cure.

Forget the air,
I'd rather breathe you instead.
Fill up my lungs with you,
All of the wonderful that is you,
*And forget to exhale.

Scars of tear-streaked shame
Or proud tiger-striped strength.
Which are they?
Tonight let's flip the coin.

Your fingers play my ribcage bones like piano keys
All my body aches
Why do you affect me like you do?

Pinned between linen sheets and your warm body
I feel whole
Like there aren't certain parts of me missing anymore

Before I met you, I was half empty
You've filled up all of my empty parts

I am now full

I am forever longing to explore all of the secrets of the physical universe
To savor the input from all of my senses
To feel all of the joy and the sorrow
All of the laughter and the empathy
I long to continually expand my knowledge
And my mind
My aptitude and my magnitude
I am forever longing to go on a cosmic adventure
And never come back to this reality

My love for you is like the ocean tides.
No matter how many times it gets sent away when the shore needs to be alone for a while,
My love will always be there to come back and wash over you.

walked barefoot
thought you'd cut your foot
on the gravel
with a glass

saw the trees move
felt the earth's chill
warmed our body
my body
with yours

seeped and indented
the sheets beneath
sweat.
covers.
sleep.

but now its disappeared
all but a faint memory
is it even real anymore?
have I imagined it?

I knew the scar
on your neck
the wrinkle
on your face

where's it gone?
I dreamt it
you're gone
I want you to
dream of me.