a day
is not enough
to start to tell you
how much
i love you
winter will be here soon
wet and with gloom
but knowing
you are there
will stop me crying.

Afraid to lie in the beds I've made,
I seek comfort in your sheets

Your morning sighs,
my springtime breeze

Mock-orange flowers
With stem and leaf
Of jade, moss green
Spring to life
Through cracks in stone
Silver and white
With Strawberry Fall's water
Filling its thirst.
Creeks of white foam flowing
Down steep falls and flat stones
The Earth's ****** curves
Sun-catching heat waves
Making the surface hot
Enough that would dry the skin fast.

Every child breathes the air breathed by ancestors fallen and predecessors to come
       All women inhale the scent of all women,
                                     and men to that of men-
Lovers swallow the air of past lovers, trying to emulate its libidinous odor.
             We share the air that was breathed by our atavistic ancestral reptiles,
and,
                          in this way,
     all beings are interlinked-
that my exhale spreads forth into the atmosphere to determine your inhale,
and thus is the way of our actions, too.

so waves can crash around my feet
and foam can chase away the heat
of all the sands i've tread before
my toes will sink into the shore
i'll see the ocean far and wide
and as i laugh and chase the tide
i'll watch the sun set o're the waves
and find some little shoreside caves
to lay away and try to sleep
cause in my dreams you'll always keep
my hand in yours and my heart deep
within the sands of every beach
for no one else but you to reach

As she walks away the clouds crumble and crash
through the blood-red horizon as flakes
of once-fiery passion drift slowly towards
the frozen pool of teardrops at your feet
while your smile fades into a ghostly trace
of loneliness and your body weakens at the joints
as every part of your soul aches while the cold
entanglement of sorrow grips your heart as
grief twists and torments your gutted insides and
nostalgia toys with your broken mind with the melody
of her voice playing over and over again like
a broken record that won't shut off and
you can't help but sit there and think about her
in the most painful ways that no words can ever express
or just lie in bed as you dream about the now-shattered
happiness you and her once shared so long ago
and you are reduced to a mere shell of your formal self,
locked in a desperate struggle of pretending
to live a normal life by trying to bury the hurt deep down
inside even though it gnaws at your chest and
breaks open old scars every time
the emptiness of your eyes meet hers.

we have this way of walking away
so carefully mapped out
for when things start to be real
like a dream, you were to me
in the haze of late night sunshine
and bottles on the ground
who were we in those days
did you know I loved you?
did you give yourself to me?
I fought and fought against
the currents in your head
glimpsing so briefly
that tender soul you guard so well
and then we leave,
with all the walls on the ground
give them the winter
to rebuild our guards.
walk those old streets in hopes of finding you
but I feel I’m never exactly what you wanted
just a naive young girl
carefree and wild.
& it’s such a serious life you live
full of martyrdom and resentment,
but I do love you nonetheless,
in all your faults, I would always come back
I would always come home
to be wrapped up in your arms,
is a relief I have never known
anywhere else.

yo lo quiero mas, mas por favor*

in a foreign country with foreign tongue

he touched her there beneath the tree

dark skin, soft eyes, sweet words

she gave in to the wishes and kisses

of an eager costa rican man.