So sweet
So tender
Your hands
On my skin

Tracing
My collarbones
Smoothing
My hair

Your lips
Softly brushing
Breathing
On mine

So warm
Your chest
Pressed firmly
Onto mine

This time
I'm right
I feel
Complete

This time
I feel
The beauty,
Everything.

A river passes by
saturating the dry
red earth below.

Tunnels are saved,
caves are lost.
Who let you in?

A swamp above,
a basin of love,
a sound forgotten.

It floods the core,
It melts the rock,
a lie revealed.

Filling my mind filled thick like a sauna,
marinated with wine plenty in the cellar,
oil on canvas dried brush thick in yellow;
it's me who grows this time.

Pollinated hives dress the wind with nectar,
one soothing cry calms the silence forever,
coins jingle by in the cup of a beggar;
it's me who grows this time.

The way I see
I'm arid mars,
and down on me
your Venus flows,

and I can feel
scary and new,
and I can feel
you all around,

and eventually
you will be,
a part of me
and we'll both turn,

into something free
together now,
just you and me
so much to show.

There is a fierce calmness
that holds me together
even when I think
that I will fall apart.
Seems like falling apart
is not that easy
for those who lived in pieces
that they never knew they had.
So I will turn deaf
to the words of love
that presumes that it knows me.
So I will **** time
with preaching words of self-love
that I struggle with everyday.
I will fill myself with the stars above
And I will learn to live
and learn to die.
And wait with dread
for the day I’ll feel complete.
I don’t want to be complete.
I know how to be broken.
Being broken is what I do best.