fear screams in my ears like an angry mother
poking through my skin until it reveals my bones
i am a lost soul, i am a lost soul,
i am just a lost and lonely soul aching to find a home
i have no one and no one has me
that used to make me feel at peace but now i'm just so lonely

so i dig my nails deeper into things that i think will satisfy me
but i'm left even emptier than when i've first come
the fountain has now gone
i am all alone

and the story
well
it goes on and on and on and on...

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

when your tongue lays silent
no song on your lips
still you are called "poet"
inhabiting that skin.
When the silence claims you
do not despair;
its all part of the journey
as necessary as air.

what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists

When I threw out my hand,
And everyone else pulled theirs,
You stayed open
And grabbed onto mine.
Through dawn and dusk,
Through wind and time,
You held on,
Without question,
Without a faltering will.

Through the glacial mountains
And the phantasmic ravines,
Your hand gave mine warmth,
And I held on,
No longer wanting to let go.

For those who held on
Even when I screamed
To let go,
I thank you for your hands
And giving me a reason
To hold my life close.