things I left unsaid
walks the plank that is my
tongue, but they won't jump
and now roam my mouth — ghosts with
a LIFE more DEAD than ALIVE

every time you get
your heart broken, gather the
pieces, collect each
tile — SHARP ENOUGH to CUT — and
make a beautiful mosaic

Your intense feelings
Tucked tightly against your heart
Fiercely held by you
Exactly where and how
I want to be

Spring peepers peeping
Nature spins life from chaos
Even deserts bloom
Its threads pull us together
Love growing a tapestry

I'd like to take your
glasses off someday, and set
them on a table
then I'll lean forward, as slow
as the way
                        you
             stir
                        your
             cup

even I can't tell
anymore, which of the things
                    I say are true / lies
but for some unknown reason
you're here, you know who I am

Roots growing deeply
Seeking life in quiet earth
Tough and unadorned
Until coaxed by gentle rain
I bloom joy a thousand times

Insistent plucking
clutching, smothering darkness
Grasping at my soul
Begging me to come inside
And stay long after I die

echos in canyons
calling endlessly in time
lost in the ether
i screamed your name too loudly
and the avalanche has come