I am sorry

for any hurt I caused

let there be a release
from your suffering

I am small

sometimes it shows
seething hot and
plain from my brow

with no excuse

Other than
I didn't show my work
I didn't show up for the work

Forgive me

I am yellow bellied
needing
a little nudge to remember

I am of service
to you
always of service
to you, the spirit
the Earth

with love.

She is talk
dreaming in him

Her spit  
bone dry

parched from the daily
Sun of him

she is ill
with his phony grins

he spins in
her head

sexting other
girls again

She is not
the priority

and it is
way too **** hot

on his
broken back burner again

his love
is safe and dry

her words
arid syllables

that sit dank
in her mouth

I have gratitude
for this life
sometimes a
seething mess
of awkward
silences but know
that in the space
between  I am
seeking you out
navigating the
landscapes
of your being

I treasure what
comes from you to me
like a gift unwrapped
blessed by the holy
of holies
You make me thankful
for being me