morning air
bittersweet, home-made mocha
my dog’s wet tongue
glitter glue
how quiet we were
soft lips
a few made-up worlds
a new made-up bed
how we touched heads
the way she looks at me
friends who don’t hate me
me, who won’t hate me
ocean water
cheese tortellini
waving hands
turning tides

Let me dance this life away
Let me care not about what I say
Let me feel alive and whole
Let me feed my starving soul
Let me squeal and shout with glee
Please oh please, self; let me be me.

that take the life out of us,
that make us feel worthless,
that remind us we are imperfect,
that show people what's underneath.
the moments that let people in,
that force us to be humble,
that make us exercise trust,
that show we are vulnerable,
that give us more questions that answers;

here's to the moments that just seem to take without giving
that make us put everything on hold,
that let us take risks,
that make us rethink,
that let us be bold.

here's to the moments that make us feel alive.

Body

Luminous starshine drips
from the sky and
cascades freely toward
the mundane world
and
,with no hesitation,
ceaselessly pours enchanting
inspiration into the
empty wasteland that
is
my ink pen.