i want this flower to bloom.
i want the bees to **** the nectar out of me
like, a good morning kiss,
wet and addictive.
i want your fingers vined around my throat,
as I puff syllables of smoke out.
i want the hummingbirds to caress my ears in lullabies.
i want my stem to arch on the flower bed.
i want your hazel eyes to dazzle in mine.
i want the stars to constellate us under the moon.
i want to find you in these sheets of darkness.
i want to collapse on you like a sunset,
slowly and then all at once.
i want to end with the scream of a mandrake root.

a walk along
the water
sunrise peaking
over mangroves.
sea salt memories
of pedestrian
good mornings.
they smell of
sunscreen and naps.
never failing to
wave back.

the sun peaks thru
my window blinds.
the birds hum
their offerings.
the wind brushes
weight off my shoulders
in between puffs of tree.
Erykah Badu
vibrates my solar plexus.
mornings like this
remind me why
i am alive,
there is work to contrive.

i remember the boy
who told me
"wow you look great,
you used to not have a neck"
his words sliced through my throat
like mirror glass
i could not let out a cry
but now i will
let out at roar
that will shake his cruelty
out of his bones.

i’ve never been here before
come, i want to show you
this place
there’s one rule,
to believe.

i watched the rain.
admired how quickly
i saw the plants
smile with green.
i wondered what
i would like
if i watered
myself in what
i need to grow.

i wonder
how i can be
both happy and
absolutely petrified
to fall in love