I am wounded.

My heart is torn.
Like a shattered pane of glass,
The pieces are sharp and rigid.
It appears I am broken.
It appears.

You dig your hand deep into my pile of pieces,
And you put me back together.
You are cut.
It appears.

Countless times I sit wondering why I am such a mess.
Until you came.

You put me back together.
You hurt for me.

I am healed.

Like the scent of salt after a day by the sea,
A brush of pollen against the wings of a bee,
The smooth gaze of the wind against the leaves,

You made your mark on me.
A harmony that will forever be.

I sit by my window, hair in a twist, draped in oversized clothing.
I stop and notice my surroundings.

They seem to only be surroundings, until a wind throws them all into a vigorous motion.
The trees flow forward and back I feel them inside of me.

Back and forth, back and forth.

A force of nature acting upon nature.
Oh the simplicity.

I reflect on my own life's nature.
The fabrication of routine,
the oh so un-natural,

Back and forth.

I move in silence.
I am a continuous place (being), where there is no end, nor beginning.
No stop, no go.
Not a single sign of natural flow.

Why can't I be like the trees?
Stand tall and secure, despite being rattled.
Over and over again.
Against all they do not fall.

I can feel them inside of me.
Back and forth.

It was love wasn't it?
The way you looked at me.
It was love wasn't it?
You understood me in every way.
It was love wasn't it?
We were meant to be together.
It was love wasn't it?
You told me my greatest asset was my body.
It was love wasn't it?
You told me I should try harder.
It was love wasn't it?
I spent my days crying.
It was love wasn't it?
You were my shelter from the storm.

You were the storm.

It was love wasn't it?

touch me with your words
and let the syllables gracefully infiltrate my soul.

let your verbatum drown me in a delicate dance that
sparks and stimulates every sense.

without you.
as I wait and long,
for a conversation that never seems to last too long.