Autumn colored leaves
The soft humming
of the busy streets.
The blooming wind
in its cold daze
making its way throughout your hair

“Wow,”

My voice breaks
this scenic scene
forever grateful,
that you are here with me.

And though,
you turn your head
ever-so-slightly
your eyes pierce
my whole being.

And then you look back
down at the ground,
the trees,
anywhere but me
until the day seizes to be.

n.b.

Your piercing ridden tongue
Dip-dyed into my fiery veins
And the way you tuck your
hands beneath my bones
My most sensitive of spots

I think you are so beautiful
I yell it to the skies
with you
Blending into the many infinities
in my head, a kaleidoscope
You - the main sight

My tongue, my fingers, my touch
We have all come to see you
You grab me tight
For a moment, I, too, become infinite

n.b

Look at me
Look at me, I say
In the way that I look
at you.

Look at my hair
Look at the curves
of my lips
Look at the way
My eyes sparkle in the
Sunlight
Look at the way
my body, is sculpted
for your hand
You, who has not a clue
Will you not,
I Beg
Look at me?

n.b

she is she who is she and she
she is one and the same

she is blue eyed, she is green
she is mountains and she is waterfalls

she is she and she is she
she is taken care of, she is freed

she is a stranger, she is all
she knows and she knows not

she and she and she and she
look straight through me

To be free, to be free, to be free
What does it mean to be free?

To be filled with laughter and glee?

To hold your lovers hand and be at peace?

To love or to lust?

   To be free,
To be free
    To be free.

What is she to me?

What is identity,
if not freedom to express such?
For we are ever fleeting,
ever growing.
We are our mothers, fathers,
our teachers, our friends
and our brothers.

For you who is grasping at an identity
I say,
        Live Free
For those who cannot.