velvet sheets
threaded from shimmering webs
glacier streams
alabaster; moonbeams
burnished drop of light
sleeping with eyelids
painted in shades of
pearl

Many underestimate how the people are
Many do not know what is in them
They can be like a pearl mussel
From the outside they look worthless
But inside they are beautiful and precious.

remember when we taught each other to think?
about how emotions were hex-codes,
and my midnight mood was light pink?
we talked on until our metaphors started to unfold,
and with every word told we let our shared emotions sink in,
until we felt the need to drink them back into a deep sleep again.

When we **** I shout: s. o. s. la vida
‘Cause our bed is more like a corrida
But when I stare at my ring with a pearl
I ask myself again, am I that girl?
When I take Mexican tic tacs with Corey
I feel like Christ is sending me that glory
But when I’m on the ground and start to curl
I whisper to myself, am I that girl?
And when I’m dancing ******* on a bar
I feel like killer **** movie star
I finish twenty lemon drops and swirl
While crying to myself, am I that girl?!

We cover the bed
With our bodies so naturally
In this space & time, I'm not ready
For the last night together

She's going to fly away
And my love won't inflame
The golden glow in her name
A bleak haze over the horizon

I'm cold in the bed, tremulous
My eyes dart out to grasp
A non-existing future in the dark
Even the moon is laughing

She's lying perfectly still
In the crumpled blanket
My pearl in the oyster
Protected and at peace

She knows the perils of closeness
When living far apart
She knows how fate twists and turns
The moon and the sea

My mind is ruthlessly-
Dangerously on the verge
Of breaking down itself
And blowing apart all the pieces

I struggle to lie quietly
I don't want her to wake up
But I can't control the painful spasms
A fish endures when water runs out

Suddenly with the calm of a river
She covers my eyes
With her palm stretched out
She's putting me back to sleep

I feel her pulse soft and warm
Through her long delicate fingers
Lightly touching my eyes where
Dreams and nightmares begin to weep

This life I call mine
A castle she built with her cards
When I had thrown away mine
Without any hope of luck

With a soft lullaby
She's comforting my soul
Which will not remain whole
For so long anymore

She must go chase her dreams
And I don't want to stop her
All I want to do now
Is to die.

the world is
my oyster
they say.
yet,
why has my life
produced no pearls?
only tears
and gritty sand
polluting the land
around me.

Never could they gently part,
always forcefully, but the gentle
touch was needed you would find.

It was the gem sitting in-between,
soft, delicately waiting for the touch.
But for some it was to hard to locate.

Precious was the this gem between,
for those who could feel its moistness
knew they had found the jewel in-between.