#jaye
The last thing
he says he misses
showing me truth
and watching me change
well, maybe not change
He didn't see me change enough
So when I feel I miss him
and His chocolate cake of kisses
Remind me . . .
what he misses is changing me
But what he MISSED was Me
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
My words for you have melted together
Like gold and scarlet
Broad, deep themes of joy and emotions
That I cannot spill them out in an ordered form
they drip down warm
Upon the page they make a boldened shape
dark curves and twisted lines
like my face pressed against your chest
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
You take my heart with you
on your journey south of 2,000 miles
It throbs a little less
knowing
you left yours inside my chest
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
My heart lifts
to hear your voice
and hear your laugh
Only to long to see your smile
and the flashes of your lovely teeth
within reach of my fingertips
Fingertips that cannot touch you
for 150 days
Finally the rising tears spilled over
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
I don't know what your lips feel like
I haven't touched your cheek
All I've felt is your heart
and it's warm, and deep, and free
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
deep and warm
soft and strong
calm and exhilarating
wide open spaces
cozy embraces
holding and swaying
laughing and praying
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
You love me in my brokenness
You hold my heart with shards of glass
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
our minds spin off on their own little threads
run away to make their own sense
since I took this blue
I think my picture must be true
but I'll wait to see if it comes
cause the fake gold is my own and it usually knots
About which we love to dream
constructing our own little covers
Turn laughing to see what the Real has brought us
So different
So similar
So perfect and fine in the loveliest ways
what I wove would never have fit me
But You do
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
Love explodes like little paint tubes
pressurized inside my heart
color shoots
and streaks
across all these walls and chambers
dripping down through all my veins
a rainbow stretched from chest to feet
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
My heart is a golden garden
Full blown roses
tight little buds
of oranges
Pinks and Rosy reds
my favorite purple hues
Each one opened at the subtle cues
of careful human touch
Each friend has opened their own treasured flower
a monument, a bright colored tower
to a love that will span through the ages of life
bringing light to my garden
even at night
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC