This is not kissing, this is
Painting memories on skins
Burning desires on your lips
It’s writing, it’s dancing, it’s fighting
It’s exciting and it’s frightening
It’s us in union
It’s love in unison
It’s not kissing, that’s missing
The point, It’s
More.

_M.

the seeds have been sown
they will sprout in spring
showers share sustenance

the rye is ready to reap
rooted in rocky regolith
the resourceful reward

saved for sooner, sought
by shadows; steal scraps
when spoiled seeds stink

starved so soon, save me

I broke my mirror
stared into the shards and cracks
Look, that's more like me

I finally feel
like I'm me again
I haven't felt this good
Since I don't know when
My heart is not heavy
my mind is not spinning
My soul is uplifted
my life rebeginning
My future looks brighter
The path is made clear
My family is closer
My friends are more dear
I’ve learned many lessons
That got me to this place
But the greatest of all
Is to give myself grace

Give me back
all the things I
left behind
the friendships
I never formed
the hatred
the hunger
the love I threw
away blindly
the sleepless
lonely nights
tormented by
the fear of god
give me back all
the days I spent
dreaming in
restless desire
give me back
my strength
my birth
my mothers
warm smile …
Clay.M

I don't need
friendship
endless drama
love or laughter
I listen to the
spontaneity
of the wind
I study the
poetry of
dead trees
I begin to
understand
the adventure
of wild birds ...
Clay.M