Leave me alone.
I don't want comfort.

I don't want such holy water
Over these wounds I caused to myself.
I won't want your uplift
When this weight on my shoulder keeps sinking me down.

Why do you want to play with me?
Why are you still here?

Leave me alone.

What else do I do? Lie to myself that I'm useful?
Sweetness stays for awhile before everything returns to bitterness.
Your comfort can only sweeten so much of the bitterness of my uselessness.

Leave me alone.
Please.

lazily we walk
hand in hand
the golden sun streaming
through the trees
your kisses sweeter
than honeysuckle
the hazy scent of
lilac blossoms filling the air
bees join us
the flowers are singing
immersed in the beauty of our love.

I want to press your kisses between the pages of a book
     Like dried flowers from a June day
Your lips flutter over my cheeks, my nose
     the throbbing valley of my throat
And I'm convinced you must be a hummingbird

Each kiss feels like a bouquet
     You must have drank from the foxglove and yarrow before you
     flew to me
Your heart stutters under my palm
      Throbbing fast and full of sweetness

Tell me
     Do you understand how delightful you are?
Come
Drink the sugar water from my garden
The cottage is always a little sunnier with you around.

Have you ever
Met someone in love

Whose ears only listens
To only a single voice

Have you ever
Met someone in love

Whose legs run to only
A single direction

Have you met
Someone in love before

Whose sole devotion
Is to another

Have you ever met
Someone in love before

Who walks blindly
Like an ewe to the slaughter

Have u  ever felt
a lover's love before

Dear Mr. Sunshine,
I always paint you pictures–
Large, sweeping canvases
of my ramblings. Often,
my paintbrush is hazy.
Fogged up with the tropical,
heavy-weight air of future-obsession.
Incertitude-crazy.

Mr. Sunshine,
You are quiet humility.
You are imperfect and simultaneously
You are flawless.
Your kindness is the vastness
of the West. Exceeding.
And lawless.

My Sunshine,
You paint my murky canvas
Adoringly
so yellow.

you've made me soft
that's what i'm told
took my sword and replaced it with roses,
showing me there's beauty
in being unguarded
now i stand in a blooming garden
flowers singing since i let you in.