the mountain on which i perch from
stains the horizon like a coffee mark on crisp linen
i'm like a shelf collecting dust
musty books line my weathered surfaces
knowledge spilled across yellowed pages
age contributes to my value

wrinkles on pages

i don't know what to say
i'm actually putting this in here
clutching at straws
tossing errant thoughts on paper
like a two year old gratifying a fresh painted wall
all the things i want to say, i wish i could articulate

in one word

like a boat on troublesome water
waves crashing
i surrender myself, let the tide pull me in
let me lay with seaweed and bedrocks
heart strings be my anchor in the deepest seas
and the serenity of the beach of your thighs

be my respite

star glitter crackling on kindling winds
campfires cast faces in the midnight still
moonlit lovers sparks passions ablaze
skin on skin warmth out-burns the sun
burnt marshmallows like black holes
cool, charred and bitter

no longer sweet