The ocean looks safer
than your eyes
Though we both know
which I would rather drown in.

Spring up from the mud
You are all so strong
bright green you absorb the sun
and even when they cut you down
holding you in their calloused fists
you shine for their lovers in gold and gleam
you are not biased
you are giving

If our youth is subject to
the landscape of a ticking clock
You are the second hand
can't sit still even for a moment

How do things like you find an end?
Maybe in the space before another's beginning
or when a song meets it's crescendo

There is nothing sweet about it
even in salt's absence
I guess therefor life is without flavor
it's consumption only a necessity

Though the moon does not claim taste buds
water takes lives
youth will not fit between the cheeks
of you and I.

Orange sunlight on your skin
on your tongue the morning dew
I don’t know what to write about
I’m so full of you.

Soft soft grass on the soles of your feet
Giggles that bubble from your chest
God help me when you’re naked
I feel underdressed.

Laughter hollow cheeks red
“I wanna be drunk and forget the things she said”.
Darling your eyes are winter warm
And in this place your breath causes a storm.
But you’ve never been thunder
Your past more than just a blunder.
No one sees what you don’t show them.
Hesitant fingers on a tattered shirt hem
Thought running from who you used to be would fix this,
But there will always be things that belong to you,
Things you miss.
Thought forgetting it all would soothe you,
Though in forgetting you lost yourself, too.