Blue lips
and I crashed my car on the on ramp
to the interstate

mountains
and cradles
and my eyes
which have retreated back
into my skull
because i can't sleep
with all of these polarities
running wild
in my mind

Your breath is sweet
like cherry blossoms
your words, branches
casting patterns of shadow
and light upon
me
a symphony
a song
a poem
a love note
kept away in
the top drawer
of a dresser
aging
waiting
to pour out
into some lucky
heart
to be pumped through my veins
like music
like a dance

never have I moved
with such love.

I am quite familiar with loss
but losing your love
is not something I wish
to ever know.

However
Any prose,
eloquent
it may be,
Is inadequate
In describing
Why one's
Heart beats

I want to
Throw seeds to the wind
And hope they land
S c a t t e r e d
Amongst your
Scars
I hope forests grow
Where there once
Was pain
And I hope the roots
Grow so thick
Writhing
living
Roots
I hope they grow so thick
That you'll never be touched again
And in under this thick canopy
I hope to hide
Save some safety

I'm always
teetering on
the edge of escapism
and the firm grounding
of an embrace