Lasers don't always hurt you when they touch your skin,
I learned that the other day,
A wave of light, pushed through a filter that dissects,
or atleast that's what Grace says.

I wake up and see the light of the world in my son,
tinged with golden waves of orange and amber,
caressed in the luck of nine lives,
I remember when you opened my world,
fierce hunter.

starry eyed dew, amber chamomile,
a mixed american short hair trying to climb on our 111 inch wide window seal,
faint venation, opposite leaves,
we close the curtain, destroying everything we've seen.

Please, don't get too close to me.
I need at least 5 feet to breath,
I sway my arms way to wide,
I promise, it isn't a good time.

I hate to let people touch me,
every tip burns,
I want to love everything,
I just don't want to cry.

It's hard for me to accept,
how many people care about me,
how much I have meant to others,
especially when I put so much distance,
between one another.

I'll drink tea with my feelings,
make a pie with my sadness,
invite over joy for a drink,
spend time crying with anger.

I'll fall in a pile of leaves with surprise,
wrap shock up in the night,
tell pain to have a wonderful day,
help loneliness with the groceries.

I love my whole self.
I hope you do too.

I find myself opening my arms to the sky,
for rain to come, I would surely hope,
an everlasting flow, the ground to swell.

And the ground would grow, puff it's chest,
the sounds of brown sugar crumbling away,
for the first leaves of seeds.

"I am not in the business of growing bare,
my surface to hard to let go.
Instead I want to flourish,
wrapping my leaves in everyone I love and know."

I am tired of finding pleasure,
in the cup of my hand,
in running away,
from an awful man.

I can't believe,
how much time has passed.
on my own finding pleasure,
I know it won't last.

I know what I want,
how to get there,
I have the drive,
but I can't last.

I don't what I need to do,
I am at an impasse.