The mess we make- humans,
stumbling, killing, creating.
Writhing fear and beauty.

Humans: laughing and crying,
living and dying, shouting and singing
with loud voices up to the heavens.

On this blue orb, creating wonderful, dreadful chaos.

the absentminded
water slides
into the empty
spaces of my skin
i can feel your
mossy fingertips
playing with
the forces of nature
(the way you do)
there's a past inside me
that i cannot reach
and i do not run
from it
the mist from the water
seeps into my pores
and i am filled to the
brink with viridescent
potential

you come alive
in the same
way that
spring breathes
new possibilites
open up
your
honey lips
that drip life
into my
flowering dreams
like second nature
i wish i could
live behind your
verdant eyes:
becoming you
and seeing
everything

you told me once
that you were
seeing everything
from the top of a
mountain
and i wonder
if the cerulean air from
up there
fills your lungs
like a new day
and if the birds
live inside your dreams
like a museum
where their laughter
preserves the best
parts of you

drown me in
the ease
that drips from your
pores
and becomes you

You & me both are broken pieces of one,
Two but pristine whole tenderly done....