You don't see me.
I don't say much.
But just trust me.
I'm still watching.

see, she was
she was an ocean.
say, oxygen
oxygen is overrated.

watch, roses
blooming beneath
the caress of brine
blood cells unfolding.

a certain lightness

overcast
you sit
**** on mango skin
the juice on your chin
drips on
basil leaves,
your hands already wet
before the rain
we watch the yellow mountains
spring back to life
verdant, almost emerald
green foliage tender at the end of summer,
nourished by the dead roots
beneath softened soil.

I would set my body aflame if it meant I would feel
warmth from you

i bathe in serene
sleepy mountainside ledges
kissed by lips of fall