She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.

My body
is not an answer.
It is a question
someone forgot
to send.

Every scar is
a letter.
Every wrinkle is
a comma after someone else’s name.

Sometimes I look at it
like a letter
not meant for me.
But still
it arrived.

I open my palm
like an envelope.
Inside there's
nothing but warmth
I cannot explain.

People read my body
as they please.
Like sacred text
or trash.

And I just carry
what was given to me.
Without signature.
Without instructions.

And every day
I try
not to add a word
I wouldn’t want
someone to read
when I am gone.

On the white screen dance the stringed dots
Mind spilled codes of hieroglyphic thoughts
Slowly they emerge handholding lines
Not always yielding intended designs.
Something was brewing inside the head
Coaxing to weave and take it ahead
The drunken horses so wildly gallop
There is no leash to make them stop.
Nerves are taut and they won't relax
Till all is vented they reach the ******
It was thus fated the moment it was sown
What's to be grown could never be known.
As the fever wanes arrives the new child
It may be adored or it may be defiled
The canvas is washed clean as in the rain
Something is brewing to be vented again.

Shifting realities
like favorite movies.

Love intertwines
with robust beauty,
wrapping him tightly
in vines of earth’s presence.

Divine intervention
from a woman’s connection.

Within a snow globe
beneath the stars,
she lays slowly
as he wraps his arms
around her.

Tightly,
she will fall asleep—
cosmic love
confessing
that life
is a dream.

Mirror mirror
On the wall
Will they love me
After all?

Mirror mirror
On the wall
Will I ever love me
Once and for all.