I am repaying my
wounded soul a visit

A distant voice tells me
“I am no longer welcome here”

This heart of mine
remembers you softly

Despite the dagger
you thrusted into it

And the gushing blood
after your departure

Lovelorn and sore she drifts to shore
Singing hymns from the sirens lure
Crying distant deep in the surf
What was all that sailing for?

Gods of the sea, sleeping serpentine
Neptune rising with his blue fantasy,
Casting hope into sleeping canyon nights
Days spent in pale dawn’s love bright light

The ocean breeze softly sings
Moody eyes safe beneath the sheets
All hungry sailors look to the sea
For a siren to come and sing them to sleep

Always make your presence felt
Be promising and favorable
Let the children hear your voice
But, have something to bring to the table
Always be that motivating force
To guide the students in the right direction
Give them wise words of encouragement
In order for them to carry out their determination

I rise to greet the dawn

distracting my heart

I take a sip of dark roast

and exhale

today I will

just breathe

we aren't all
still waters and roses,
we each have
our darkness to embrace
our deepest desires,
demons in the shadows
i wonder if yours
has crimson hair
and saucer eyes,
if they hit you
with burning kisses
while you sleep,
just like mine
have eyes of ocean blue
and writers hands
that feel like home.

I'm not even hurt.
I'm not confused.
I'm happy, because of a person who is not you.

the world is unjust
unready for you, little one.
just hold on
just one moment — wait,
please.

don’t go yet. wait
for me, my legs are slower
than they used to be.
brittle, you know.
you and i are both

getting older.
wait —
don’t go yet. stay
just one moment.
i’m not ready.

the scent of incense
hangs heavy in the air
the constant murmer of voices
comes crashing like waves
but your eyes meet mine
and the faces disappear
the voices die,
all that remains
is an unspoken invitation
from my lips
willing yours to kiss them
and yours happily
meet their request
leaving our love tasting
like oranges
tenderly plucked
from moonlight lips.