she shall stand upon the sand

and bravely meet the wave

upon a shore of lonliness

bowing unto a new day

she shall feel the gentle kiss

of lapping water upon her skin

kissing spray of a repeat greeting

that continues to ask her to stay

she will sit upon the shore

to gather unto her side

repeating visits from

a retreating lover

that comes and goes

with the tide

shove it through the assembly line

in hopes of a separate inclination

away from definite self actualization.


one would hope

to save it

for themselves

if they didn’t want it

for themselves.

when birds begin to
lose feathers
they sit
in red
they wallow in home
in nettles
and leaves
and hair from brushes

they bathe in
bones
and rosewater

Everytime we touched,
I felt a spark.
Eventually it grew to a flame
That destroyed me slowly.

It's ok that she didn't show because you see...
Guys like me, we don't belong in relationships. Our love is fixated.
We love the adrenaline rush and beating heart from approaching a beautiful stranger, like a social skydive when your destination is beyond the clouds and the mystery...

of never knowing where you'll wake up next. Because you haven't seen every shade of green eyes, until you've seen them against the many magnificent backgrounds of the world and we love the sinful opportunities....

that come from being at the right place... at the right time... with the wrong person.