"it's breaking my heart" you tell me, as if your heart was mine for the breaking to begin with. no, my heart is breaking, has been since I gave it to you in the middle of the night when I was sleeping. yours has been shattered, in pieces, long before I came into … Continue reading to give your heart away
some day I will learn to water the plants before sunset some day the succulent in my windowsill will thrive. i am still growing accostomed to desert life.
my body asks before it is ready. always. i learn to temper hunger with will. she is needy and infantile and i love her.
i miss the way that solitude felt before i loved you
thirst speaks of the god in all of us for without a drop (only coffee, wine, juice, tea) we still seek water, purity.
poems live in the teeth chatter brightness of morning flush, heat between my skin clench, release and yours.
I dreamt of the moth wing clipped her flight crooked seeking the moon we killed her to end her yearning. clap.
morning i am filled with bees steal my honey hands, quaking petals breathe it is good to be alive.
"i'm too old for this" the thought came so clear and direct to my brain as I turned to get onto the highway. you were at the airport terminal where i left you, heading home, and i was heading to the home i've made here, but all i could feel was displacement. "i'm too old … Continue reading too old
i try to tell myself that distance doesn't mitigate love. you taught me that. you taught me that no matter how far i search, i will never find a corner without your light in it. so why does it feel like you are dimming when all i want is to have the best love to … Continue reading distance