#tentative
Trust is so hard to earn
making sure you gain trust.
Trust is so easy to lose
one slip and all is lost.
Spends 3 weeks
trying to gain trust.
Loses it after
telling 1 secret
Never gains it back.
Trust is too tentative for any of us.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
so much to give
but so closed off
a glass
filled to the brim
waiting to spill
others take tentative sips
or pour it out completely
I just want to be savored
drank slowly over time
enjoyed through all seasons
while my heart may be punctured
oozing out love to anyone who looks
my bones are hard and sharp
waiting to poke through this flesh
and stab if need be
to want to love
so freely
to want to receive
the same
you'd think it'd be easier
to crack open this ribcage
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
Sitting by the your side, it feels like we're meeting for the first time
all over again, our feet swinging over the edge of the dock...
I catch my breath. I never knew how this could feel.
Eyes open wide, as if I'm seeing for the first time.
Making love within our small talk,
everything seems at once so present and surreal.
Hearts swaying with the tide, as if they're beating for the first time,
I never knew that it could feel like this.
It's like the sky and the sea are merging; fading away behind your eyes,
and slowly, on the dock, we tilt our heads
reaching for what feels like our first kiss.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
he begets
fullness
of a tremor
steals a
touch
then it's lost
dew on blooms
gleam
dissolve
focused
vibration
passes
lips pause
barest
trace
kiss of
warm breeze
on still day
more sought
courted
met
frenzied tension
slowly rising
heralds
smiling dance
cells in naïve
cacophony
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 5:30 AM UTC
Weighed
By the scent of vanilla
In the better eye of love, so said
Where a talk with God is but sharing, a brighter dilemma
Know nothing for a friend?
Simple or heinous, the talk of liberty
Set to right's, and marveling at a risen lend
Of subtle voices, a wisdom's curiosity...
With a dancing mind...
Seeing the sinking feeling of a war, to face
Speed and destiny always makes a river of duty, to shine
A place for ought intoned, with the spare eyes of sincerity's praise
I can see, I can be
The toll of uniqueness in the land
A habit of pout's, if not powers of staunch envy
Of a weary idea, sorrow is a promise given by hand
Tomorrow is my best friend
Never the utmost of today, which shames
The way yesterday is a fancier sin
Marry me, comes my voice, with a mercies names...
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 11:26 AM UTC