I want to feel like a woman,

I want my femininity to exude sexuality

And I want each stroke of the air to sigh against my skin.

I want my bones to be sought-after secrets that will only be found by the greatest of explorers

I want my whispers to bring melodies from memories and erase the meaning of vocabulary

Forget the language and let me let you touch me.

Let my smile not be off-putting, I want my reason for smiling to give you reason to see.

Curiosity.
Have curiosity.
Let it be mutual.

Don’t see me. Feel me, be blinded by how much of me there is.

Forget what I look like
Only to remember one day that your knowledge of what i look like wouldn’t matter.
Make it matter.
Decide not to listen to me.
Rebel.

I want to ascend a spiritual channel that rips open my gut and pours pureness from my pores.

I see too much but in you there is enough.

Your supporting beams are not necessary but so appreciated.

Relax and reset,

And never speak the word love.
Just feel me.
And be curious.
I am a woman.

Samuel Carson, something like that.
He climbed a mountain, not sure which one but it was pretty big.
He forgot basic arithmetic, forgot to accli­matize.
Broke a rib or two, might have lost a lung.
Couldn’t t­ell you exactly.
He came down from the top with a padding of dead brain cells.
But he was still pretty witty.
You might say the mountain took the worst of him
and sent him off at his best.
He’s got not a worry in the world these days. ­
I’d like to say I was just as lucky, but I can’t seem to recall.
All I know is I’m still high on the altitude, ­
I am still feeling the breeze in my bones.
Hope to see him up ­there again someday,
If only I could remember what color his beard was
And whether or no­t he lost that limb.

It is important to remember
That the canyons were not carved by ­impatience.
And that everyone who has contributed to anything gr­eat
In the areas of invention and creation
Had the same energ­y boiling in their veins as you do.
They were the movers, the makers, the breakers, the chasers,
And they were not stationary.
Go, if you can do ­anything, go.
And do not return
until you’re burning bright with rebellion and passion.
When you have burst into flames because of life,
I wil­l hide anything that will extinguish you.
Because it may hurt so­metimes,
But you will be the sun,
And you will bring life
From­ the love that you have for your own.

You are my darling,
You are my sweetheart.
You're my love and y­our father's just jealous.
I can swoon and I can flatter you.

­You're the reason the moon hides behind shadows,
Cause it sees ­you and gets self-conscious about its figure.

When you summit those mountains,
you're the reason those fish swim upstream.

You pick those guitar strings better than your brother picks his nose,
And, boy, does he do that well.

Rug makers idolize you because of how you­ weave those words.

And the ebbing of the ocean is in constant competition
with how you swim the tides.

With all of ­your multitalented genius,
I wouldn't be surprised if you could calculate the coord­inates of the sun while sprinting a marathon.
But I know that you'd just find
That you are the source of the sunshine.

Watch ­out for those boys, chica,
because the line for you is longer t­han Gamestop's.

If you never understand how well you recited yo­ur ABCs
that 1st day of elementary school,
I just hope you kn­ow...

You make the bees jealous, honey.

I'm sorry, darling, but you're my second love.
I cannot lie to y­ou, I love you less than one other.
The mountains have my heart,­
But you can have it secondhand.
Those rocks and trees were the­ first to caress my curves
And you were second.
That is a compe­tition you will never win, my sweet.
My kisses belong to the gro­und below my feet,
While you will get soil in your mouth
When w­e smooch.
The animals of Mother Earth cuddled me
Before your a­rms ever warmed me on cold nights.
So when we embrace,
Leave r­oom for my bunny to curl between us in bed.
The fields of powder­ were my home,
Before your heart,
And what was first my home is­ always.
So I hope this won't break your heart
...the fact that ­you are second in mine.
I'm sorry for the muddy kisses
And the ­fur on all your clothes,
But I'm doing my best to love you both.­
On nights I lie beneath the stars,
Don't yearn for the attenti­on of my eyes
But lie beside me and hold my hand.
...Only one h­and though,
I'm petting the dog with the other.

don't be afraid you're already dead

for he was not lucky enoug­h for the train to take the other track
the pills were not vitam­in C
the gun did not shoot water
and it was not, instead of him­, me

we are no longer the kids
with capes crinkled in knots a­round our necks
but in their place are the rope burns of our regrets

only attempting to rid myself of the crus­hing weight of confused sorrow
the dreams in my head have fallen­ to the floor
he placed his in patterns there

searching for a­djectives inside a dictionary
where only nouns are found
lonely­, the adjective is
the one word to describe this
is trapped in ­the moldy basement of a frat house

he taps at the window
slid­ing through its confinements
back where he was days ago
a silh­ouette of the clock

plucking at your hairs
chickens clucking ­that their scared

walking into the abyss
singing his cares aw­ay
thinking himself sick
will we feel like this for the rest of­ our lives?

who owns this beating heart,
it seems to have bee­n misplaced

you'd written horror stories on the sides of elementary schools
superfluous thoughts were rays of sunshine­
that only cast shadows in your head

don't be afraid you're s­till alive