Chapped lips

And something not quite tangible

Leaning over the side of the bathtub

Nose running

Laps around my drooping eyes

Letters forming words

That slip from the thing

In my heart

And periodic cries



In my throat

I write about you

A lot now

A lot more

Than I probably should

But my thoughts of you

Submerge me

Into an ocean



Of warmth

The Moon is yellow tonight. Perhaps from the grey clouds that blenket half of her fragile countenance. Perhaps fromt he fear that the gravitational pull that radiates from the earth may break. But it's probably result of the reflected birth of the Sun. She probably misses the dear Sun with every ton of her being. The Sun fills every crater with warmth. He makes her feel new. He holds her in his light, keeping her safe always. The Moon calls herself "just the moon", though. And much to her protests, the Sun continues to present her in the brightest yellow light every time she's full. He shows off God's creation to the universe. He makes her feel special. He makes her feel beautiful.

Slip your fingers

Down the throat of your coat

Carry your confidence on your sleeve.

Hush the voice that is telling you

Tearing your ears to shreds

Of long forgotten cups of milk

And saucers of Mac and Cheese.



Carry your compassion on your chest

Like a badge of courage

In the world of history and ecclectic memories

Of warded off demons

And tired mothers.

Carry your pride

Under your shoe soles

Let it hide under there for a few months



So that the devil can't find you.

It's the kind of thing

That catches in your throat

Right before you are asked to speak.



It's the kind of thing

That stops your breathing

Right in its tracks, stone cold.



It's the kind of thing

That has your heart pumping

Gallons a second.



It's the kind of thing

That I find my brain yelling



"NO" about.

You’re in my veins now,

You dumb, dumb boy



From the moment we first touched

No, maybe it wasn’t the first time



It was probably the first time you touched my heart

Through our fingertips



Bad noise reverberating through our

Struggling ear canals



Bouncing against our agitated skulls,

The last inkling of the night flushing our cheeks



You’re in my veins now,

You pump through my system, past my heart



You swim under my fingernails,

Crusted with day old paints



My smile finds its home

When your name sounds



Honestly, I’m stuck

And I hope you know that



Because you’re in my veins now,



And there’s nothing I can do about it

You had me at hello

Your curiosity held me close

Your fall-out caressed my skin



Your availability took my breath away