brooklyn, new york
is not just a place

brooklyn, new york
is sunshine caught in sandy blonde hair
it is the light dusting of eyelashes
it is a pair of deep, hypnotising blue irises
it is a warm smile and a pair of strong arms

brooklyn, new york
is morning kisses across the cheek
it is the smell of sweet syrup on pancakes
it is the sound of 70s music in the background
it is the taste of vanilla ice cream from a tub
it is the feeling of a smooth bubble bath against your skin
it is the view of earthy undertones wherever you turn

brooklyn, new york
is my lover's embrace.

I think in poems,
drink deep sounds,
smell bright colors,
untie the bound.

I touch the notes...
they ripple in the air.
Taste the pain .....
no qualms no care.

I orchestrate a silent fugue,
two voices never heard.
Pen it all inside my book
then read it to my bird.

If the work breaks your back,
then laying down shall be all the sweeter.
And if the noise deafens your ears,
then listen for what cannot be said.
If your skin grows raw from the sun,
make all your touches light and gentle.
If the food tastes of filth,
find joy instead in the fullness of your belly.
If the air is polluted with cigarettes and gas,
plant a flower to fill your nose with sweetness.

If you find yourself alone,
just focus on finding yourself first.
If you are unable to live for yourself,
live for others.

I've witnessed a beauty
I can't describe
That speaks to my soul
As it swims through my eyes
The silent sounds
Sneak into my mind
The taste lingers on
Leaving sweetness behind
The scent creeps up
To slowly remind
Of the touch that once felt
Makes all else fade
Til only your beauty
Pure beauty remains

There's nothing else
Your beauty remains

I miss the smell.
Pungent yet refreshing.
The smell of hard work and a long day mixed with a hint of cologne.
Delicately blending together into an enticing aroma that swallowed me whole.

I miss the touch.
Firm yet soft, loving.
The way it could make my senses dance. Gliding a hand over the curves of my landscape.
Waves of contentment washing over like a light rain, the prickles of goosebumps dancing over my skin.
His firm grasp like an anchor that Moore's a ship keeping it from drifting away. Tethering me to reality keeping me sane.

I miss the quiet.
3am wrapped up safe and secure in the arms of the one who cared. Listening to his soft breaths even and slow. Feeling them dance on the back of my neck. The warmth enveloping me like that of the hot cocoa you sip on after a long winter's day. Bringing the chill out of my soul.

I miss the loud.
Blasting music as we are propelled down the highway on a journey to nowhere.
The world flying by blurring into nothingness, but the world didn't mater because it was right there holding my knee and smiling

What does Love want from me?
Nothing more than just to
Walk through the lilac fields
Aware of the splendor
Of varied purple hues
And breathe in blooming spring.

What does Love want from me?
Nothing more than just to
Listen to words spoken
Aware of their silence
With perfect clarity
Hearing sounds in my heart.

What does Love want from me?
Nothing more than to
Revere what God has made
Devoted to beauty
With full adoration
Seeing a soul’s aura.

What does Love want from me?
Nothing more than to
Live today preciously
Sensing a divine touch
In appreciation
Life is a miracle.

I have been stepping through furious fire
Pouring gasoline on flames
Frustration flows freely from your falling voice
Flinging our fatigued names

Emotions; turbulent winds in the stars
Feed burning sky, I am standing bare
I am hopeful, it scares me awake
Heart shatters to make me aware

I hear heavy nothings
Still reluctant to part
Words cut deep, though meaningless
Can't move forward, or go back to the start


I am sick of self-soothing my soul
Mouth opens to tase life so sweet
I am silenced, blinded, alone
Needing comfort, I am lost in defeat

Millions of little airy questions
Scald senses, are you going away?
I am numb, the pain fades to fear
Everything leaves, will this love stay?