Did I ever tell you of the day I cleansed my Saturday?
Saturday kept kissing me goodbye, telling me 'I need to be free, please let me be free,'
And I said,
"Acceptance,
Acceptance."

Once upon a time, Saturday weeped upon departure
But now I know that Saturday is fine
Doing a loop around the world
Tasting, touching, talking, taking,
And listening to tales from the Cascades to the Pyrenees
And every Saturday,
Saturday returns to tell me all she's seen.

And she tells me as I bathe her affectionately
Until she stops mid-sentence and we fall into a soft embrace, our essences dipping intimately into one another to recreate the world from those silver square circles suspended in a sunbeam

Saturday undresses me slowly
As if unrobing a long-dead Egyptian pharaoh
Gazing upon my naked body like shes the first in a thousand years
Each time a grand discovery of the New World

And we sink further into one another
As the silver square circles of the sunbeam imprint themselves beneath our eyes like diamond tattoos

And every Sunday I awake alone in bed,
With a note on the pillow.

"I am free,
And you understand
That this must be true love."

The snows retreat, our longing begins crafting dreams, hope.
Like autumn’s hush, at our feet slip silken seams, hope.

The daily grind lives, yet in your arms I’m home, hope.
We long to sip again where skin’s moonlit gleams, hope.

Short days? We’ll stitch the dark with moans—no guilt, no worries, hope.
Your pulse, my compass—we’ll sail this thaw like a stream, hope.

No holidays—we’ll burn the hours in sweat’s hot baths, hope.
Your nails carve rivers where my shivers melt to cream, hope.

No sun? We’ll braid our shadows into one fevered trance, hope.
Your tongue maps constellations where my hips scream, hope.

Resolutions faded, we invent new desires, hope.
Savoring new rhythms, our lips capture sunlit beams, hope.

Secret places—your mouth, a vineyard, overgrown, free, hope.  
We’ll bloom where the soil forgets frost, where wild things seem, hope.

Luna & Sol—no storm can quench what our skins believe, hope.
In Gaia’s soothing haven, we chase our wildest schemes, hope.

Cloud Cover

Veiled Mist
Hidden Behind
Dark Droning
Curiousity
Lives
Unheard of
Shadows
Not Yet Met

Cry of a Country
For the Unrobing  
Of Its Liberty
Tears a Luxury
Still Un Wept

Get a Sling Shot
For the
Jettisoned
Handshake
Rocket ship
Of Hospitality
Quickly Now
Blood  Lives

She never got to say goodbye, the world was ripped out of her hands the day he left. 
Love was something she didn’t want to understand anymore, she wanted to crush it up in her angry fist, never letting it touch the light again. 
Happiness was something always attainable to her when he was apparent in her life.
  
his touch, his scent, his smile, his words
  
she couldn’t find them anywhere
   
The world was big but never too big for the both of them, she scoured every dusty corner, every spotless room for his essence, it was nowhere in sight.      
  Every floorboard she stepped on creaked, almost collapsing underneath the grief she fostered inside of herself.  
  Being comfortable with being alone was something she took pride in, but loneliness, it was uncharted territory. now she only had the thought of him to keep her company, his jokes would recycle themselves in her mind, their conversations replayed on repeat.  
  when he left, he took the sun with him leaving her in darkness. 
five years went by and still not one sign of him. Somehow he was everywhere, but nowhere at once.
  The grief she carried had become a lover to her, their relationship was complicated. Mainly consisting of anger, regret, numbness, Sadness and confusion but it was driven by love.
  He loved to paint, communicating himself through the strokes he made. Every dab of color was a dab of his mind, intricate and complex. If you thought you lost him, you’d only have to go walk down to the beach. there you would find him, paint brush in hand and an easel in the other. 

  She sat the other night for the first time in his studio, the room was filled with dust and his mind was everywhere. Five years, no one had entered this room and his essence was everywhere.
  A covered up painting lay propped up in the corner of the room, she walked over to it. slowly unrobing it she found herself staring at his face, his brown eyes glistened with the knowing look he always had.
  
five years, she had finally found him