Watching your water flow
the clock backwards
I can see purity in your soil
and eternity in your rocky face.

I can't help but stare
face to face with you,
but I am ashamed
of my own humanity.

Tearing you part,
splitting you open
to drink from your heart,
I see tears in your eyes.

I ache to feel you
the rock dirt plant stream
of your soul,
of my soul.

I walk where many tread
but few see you, I think.
See your heaving lungs,
and unwavering eyes.

You give and you take
unselfish and infinite
reclaiming only to replenish
ending only to begin.

There is magic in you.
You sing it to me
and whisper it through the wind.
Do you know I'm listening?

Feeling selfish
I open my hand
for the mosquito

I caught you smiling at me
in the flowers
And I knew you
were forever

Mowing the grass
and cutting myself down,
I wonder how long I have
until it gets too tall again.
The neighbors gather
and clap and cheer.
"Now there's a boy who has
some self respect!"
From the red-lipstick woman
who ***** the handy man
with her wedding ring tucked
neatly beneath the pillow.
But it looks like the dandelions
have gotten too bright.
The yellow is hurting their eyes,
drawing too much attention.
Time to cut and slash!
But the grass knows the forest it contains.
And so it grows, still.

Purple raspberry can
opened in the dusk of
your summer haze
touched my lips
like the embrace
of the Buddha

I can see stars dancing
on your face,
skating across your eyes
and dancing off of every lash

America the
expanse is
the brown woman picking a
teddy bear out of the trash
for little hands
waiting at home