I had to cut you off
not from my life
but from the way you use me,
as your drug
your medication
your therapist
your twelve-step program
because your process of healing,
has become your addiction


©L.F.

like the simple, earthy, natural scent
the air gives off when it rains for ten minutes
then the sun comes out


©L.F.

I don't know how you do it but with every
delicate, graceful movement and shift you make
heads turn in your direction


©L.F.

warm like the summer sun in the evening
and as tender as the summer moon at night


©L.F.

you **** me softly with every syllable,
your vocals do not make me shake,
but make me stand perfectly still
to make sure I don't miss hearing even a mumble
come from between those lips


©L.F.

one of the only places I feel safe
and your hugs,
as healing to the bones as honeycomb


©L.F.

the lines on my notebook pages scoff
as they see me writing your name once again


©L.F.