We entwine
Our bodies
But our souls
Are Worlds
Apart

Crevices Aching for Connection
Touched by
Wandering Hands,
Unknown
to foreign
Hearts

Heartache
Pierces
Who we are,
And what we hoped
To be;
May it unravel
Our loose ends
And turn them into
Calligraphy

You’ve gotten so lost
In never again
You’ve forgotten
The symphony held
Within dark clouds,
The harmony
Of thunder

Joy
Wittles away
When a candle
Of passion
Is snuffed out—
But oh
How the spark
That lit it
Did shine
Bright

Constellations
Connect
In celestial harmony—
As will we
If only we
Can keep
Our heads up,
Hearts high
Towards the sky
We descended from

What is beauty
But a mask
That holds faux joy
We trick ourselves
Into believing
We possess;
What we lack
Is not beauty
But connection

I seek
And wonder
At the withheld
And intricate
Fabric of things,
The joyous tundra
That fills my soul
With ice
And promise of spring.
Where is joy
When dark seems absolute
And the chasm threatens
To swallow whole
The entirety of me?
Come close enough
To feel the aura bloom
And the vibes
Of triumph
Yearning to break
From the temptation
Of destruction
I so often find