Heaven and Earth
is moved
everyday
every night
Heaven beyond your ken
and Earth
Earth a mother to your very bones
spins around a star
not just any star
but Sun igniting the dark.

When you write your broken so well it breaks me, what should I say?
Tell me, you’re good with words.

Or do I turn away, drop one of those hearts we all keep in our pocket,
aware of how small it is, worse still - how hollow?

on the moor
a shack of felons
hopping on ants

on the tide of sop
a seahorse
on a pencil of tin

on the shore of haze
an antelope
flop the wheeze ***

i wish i truly loved you

i wish that i wasn't broken
wasn't desperate
for an anything
as everything

i wish i didn't have
a bleeding heart
that wanted so badly
something to patch
all the wounds

i wish i knew
what was real
so that i wouldn't be so rash
at poking everything
remotely anything

i wish it was you
or her
or him
or a glass of water
or a photograph

or a music piece
or a sunset

(i wish i didn't think that either)

i wish
that enough
was real
for me

i wish
that real
was real
for me

and i wish
i truly loved you
truly