i've written this poem a thousand times
and it's never the same
but it's always about you

Hey, my love on a far comet,
It's a golden sun kissed 7:42
I'm eating figs, bruise purple,
Plucked from the fridge,
Dipped deep in you.

Hey, my cosmic queen of hearts,
I've been an ocean since peach cloud 8:00
Full of oysters, strange deep gardens
Growing for you,
Eager to wait.

Hey, my bourgeois madam,
It's a bit past 8:15
I'm hearing birds, chirping blue,
And holding you warm,

Within this dream.

Humble
I tumble
through a silver lining
eyes peeking out of a blinding
light travels fast
further yet to meet at last
between two sides
of the same mind
bodies lying on many tides
dancing over water to unwind

Today
I heard myself mumble
"I'm waiting for the moon to drop down
crush these stones, flush my sight and make me drown"
then
flesh turns soft pink into shades of light blue
like sunrise
becoming the sea's painted sky, wide and true
I realize
I became one with the tide
birds flying in my sight
I'm their reservoir
everyday they will tell me au revoir

and I'll tenderly embrace
oceans weary face
and make it mine
make it mine

Your breath sweetens,
The taste of that kiss.
Quivering lips send ripples,
Down my spine.

Inhale in deep,
Exhale this passion inside me.
Breath again on my skin,
Put a soft blush on my cheeks.

As this gentle breeze,
Wafts and glides,
Swirls into the folds,
And ridges of my ears,
I ruffle like a dry leaf,
Laying on the ground.

I feel this misty portion,
In the hollow of my neck.
Like a blizzard envelopes me,
I lay now shivering .

Breathe into me-this sweetness,
A taste of ecstasy.
Flow tenderly sweet one,
And quench me of this desire.