A sigh, an exhalation,
Relief from all of the weight.
I float, just for a moment,
Just for an hour or two or three
Just us, only family
And yes, soon it will be gone,
But for now it is enough:
This feel of a feathery laugh,
That tingling warmth, that upward curve
Of lips and teeth, that playful verve,
This air of placid comfort,
Like a hug, enveloping sweetly.

I don’t dare let it go,
As a child clasps her mother’s hand,
Fearing that it won’t come back,
And truly, I can’t make it stay,
For buds will bloom and then decay,
But this is manna for the soul,
For now, it is enough.

And the weight, it will come back,
The scene fading into black,
The dust will blanket and will bury,
This moment, though it won’t last
Is a pinpoint of light to carry
When I am as the trodden chaff.

Derail your anxious train of thought

Open your inner spirit

And enter the dream corridor
like a leaf from a tree in its dying season

Coma come quiet
Airless linger delight

Sacrificial pasts
give you the power
to leave places

The world won't get better
but you will

I never planned on falling for you,

Or feeling joy when I usually prefer being sad.

The way I see all the details you quickly forget,

The constant pain in my cheeks from smiling too much,

I never planned this at all but I want more.

They always said there was more to life,

But I never believed it until I met you.

You're the "more" and you brought the "life" with you,

And I wonder if you're fatigued at all,

From running through my mind at all times.

And now I find myself dreaming with my eyes open,

Of what it feels like to have your skin touch mine,

Or what our life will be like a few years from now.

I never planned on falling for you,

Or wanting to be better so I feel worthy of you.

I never wanted to open up the way you inspired me to,

But I knew it on the day you showed me the stars,

And I fell for you because they looked like your eyes.

I fell from grace in trying to land among the stars,

But now that I've fallen I just hope you'll catch me.

With your soft and sweet hands,

wrap them around me,

And tell me you've been waiting,

Because I never planned on falling for you.

love is
the friendly atlantic ocean
a lotion that never fully rubs in
humid air

love permeates
like a leaky roof
honey on toast
dandelions

It finally happened.

The moment we both waited for.

Like two blushing pilgrims ready stand,

To smooth a rough touch with a gentle kiss.

For saints have hands,

that pilgrims hands do touch.

It's the way I felt when I kissed you,

For the first time.

In my bones running fire,

My soul returning to water.

You stole the air from my lungs,

Only to breathe life back into me.

Like every part of me I thought buried,

Awoke with the touch of your lips.

You felt it too.

Yeah you I'm talking to you.

The weight lifting off of our shoulders,

For how long we've carried desire.

Oh dear Saint,

Let lips do what hands do.

What happened once,

The pilgrims pray for many more.

He was a soul
crafted by Jupiter:
limitless,
wild,
and always  
searching.

I am a soul
crafted by Mars:
driven,
unforgiving,
and unyielding.

When you shunned him
for discovering
our existence
our meaning
our joys
our sorrows,
I watched
for years
and years,
a fire inside
my blazing chest.

Now, I hold the scythe
in my hand,
untouched by the flames.
I hold your fate in my hands
and watch the flames
consume you
as you await your retribution.