I hope one day you wake up
Thinking about me.
Remembering how I kiss your ears
Until you giggle
How I hold your hand while you drive
(those were the only times I thanked God for traffic)
How I grab you from behind at your waist.
hugging you from your back
While I smell your hair
that you curled because I told you I like them that way
(and I really really do)

I hope one day you wake up
Wishing I was beside you
Like how it was on cold, north-of-the-metro trips we've had
Where we wake up to each other's body warmth
With good morning kisses (and I don't care about our morning breath)
And alarm snoozes to buy time to cuddle more in bed

I hope one day you wake up
Yearning for me,
For how I kiss you in your forehead
For how my voice sounded when I call you 'babe', 'baby' or 'my little girl'
Or how I look at you
During those mornings, afternoons and nights
where you entrusted me with yourself
And I tell you how beautiful you look
With wearing nothing else but your smile
(and have I told you over and over how I loved that smile? That smile you rarely give others, that smile that was once mine.)

I hope one day you wake up
And give me the sweetest kiss
That would be the only thing that could awaken me
While I am in this deep slumber
Until I am back in your arms again.

I am clean.
I have walked home in the rain.
I've never done so before.
Hood down, chin up, pants sopping.
I've never seen what I looked like, dripping rain water and mascara, with a look of peace in my stormy eyes.

I am new
because I have walked home in the rain.
With every boom of crashing thunder, I was re-baptized in the purest of conditions.
I, myself, have been denied such a cleaning for so long.

But now that I have walked home in the rain,  my mind is fresh. I am acutely aware of all senses and emotion, like someone has cleared my mind's plate of old and set a new table of knowing before it.
When the drops hit my skin, and I felt my pores pucker, I was tingling in my very bones, and I no longer felt the need to crawl out of my own casing.

Now that I have walked through the emerald grass, wet with purity, over the hills of the silent past, and in the pouring rain of new, I praise my content stay.

I walked home in the rain, and I am whole.
I walked home in the rain and found the sun.

No, you're wrong.

Everyone is as beautiful
as they can possibly be

Particularly at lunch
in a laughing restaurant

Everyone is as beautiful
as they can possibly be

And they are moved
by their own beauty

And they shed tears for it
in the back of the taxi home

There once was a girl
who loved a boy
but didn't know it yet.
On the very first day
of seventh grade,
by chance, was when they met.
Wide-eyed the girl
stared at the boy
a full foot taller than her.
She asked his height
and from then on
shy friends was what they were.
She watched the boy
become a man
both on the field and off
and when was told
they'd never be
ignored each cruel scoff.
She tried to date
some other boys
(alone is hard to live)
but found that she'd
a heart that was
no longer hers to give.
At last they are together
though now they're far apart.
They'll live a life together
and he'll always have her heart.

Weeping Willow please don't stop your tears
Fill the lake with salts that restrain my fears
Ignore the handkerchief for drops to dry
And release them full and fast, just cry


Swims in your sea of pains keep mine at bay
Youv'e wept for long, continue i pray
If you're not falling apart then i will be
Sacrifice your smiles and sob also for me


Your base is stronger than mine i am sure
If i lament as you do i would not long endure
So i'll give you my troubles to keep the lake high
For if you cease wells will form in mine eye


I'm too weak to give the pool it's due pay
Without you the lake and i will waste away

I guess I have always been selfish
You could say my money is on my mind,
I too am out to get mine
I don't care for the rest
I tell myself I do
But beneath all the gold plated lies
The truth
Solid and unchanged
I remain the same
Holding on to every little emotion
As if I could not produce more
I've lost before
I'm no fan of a risk

I’m kidding myself,

When I say I love you;
I miss you,
Because truth be told
I’m ten times the man
I could have ever been,
Without you

I was sick of being a woman,
sick of the pain,
the irrelevant detail of ***,
my own concavity
uselessly hungering
and emptier whenever it was filled,
and filled finally
by its own emptiness,
seeking the garden of solitude
instead of men.

The white bed
in the green garden--
I looked forward
to sleeping alone
the way some long
for a lover.

Even when you arrived,
I tried to beat you
away with my sadness,
my cynical seductions,
and my trick of
turning a slave
into a master.

And all because
you made
my fingertips ache
and my eyes cross
in passion
that did not know its own name.

Bear, beast, lover
of the book of my body,
you turned my pages
and discovered
what was there
to be written
on the other side.

And now
I am blank
for you,
a tabula rasa
ready to be printed
with letters
in an undiscovered language
by the great press
of our love.