She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

Apples
on
Adam's
fig
leaves
over
Eve's

I've realized everyone tells me to
let go and never look back;
but it makes me hold on tighter to
what we ha(d)(ve).

God said that I was his favorite,
but the Devil leaned and whispered:
"I used to be his favorite too."

Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.

I am the deep, the sky in reverse
I have what you seek, for better or worse

I am the blue of infinite depth
I've swallowed the crews and cleared the decks

You are afraid or maybe intrigued
Of the place where you played and also was freed

Kiss me now like you did before
Give me your vow and the ocean is yours.