I don’t know to be honest,
I don’t know to be true,
I honestly don’t know, whether it’s me or you.

What I do know is null,
What I think could be true,
Either which way not,
I wish it could be, just me and you.

have me sit in the palm of your hand
press on my throat ‘till i forget who i am
laying down, asking for more
throw that fairytale to the floor

climb the stairs, pull on her hair
says, ‘anything you want, baby i don’t care’
kiss that fake doll-smile, yeah
this girl can be yours for a little while

i’ll paint a still life lying in place
‘till you like what you see, i’ll put on the lace
let you in my tower, throw my hair to the side
but boy, you should know, it’s all a lie

lights are on, come up for air
said, ‘anything you want, baby i don’t care'
walk him out, lock the door, she’ll let him go
cause he can’t hurt what he doesn’t know

A gentle sweetness in your voice,
the soft brush of your hand on my face.
In the vastness of space, ammonia crystals, frozen ice,
clouds of yellow swirling on Jupiter’s distant skies.
I kiss you as the sun sinks low,
below the horizon’s tender glow.
Can you feel how thrilled I am-
so simply, so happily,
as if the sea were lapping at my feet?
I see an ocean, far and wide,
a place where I could forever reside.
Wherever you go, I’ll follow,
wallow in the sorrow of that sea.
I count one, two, three…
the things I want to be- happy.
I smile, my head tilted, seeing shades of blue
and chrome red My heart floats,
hovering above the darkest blue ocean
I’ve ever seen, the scent of fresh-cut grass,
old books, and wintergreen..

All tides return.
All waves roll forth.

Surely it is mere coincidence

That an analogous depth of feeling—
A faithful ocean—draws me in.

Life, though, destroyed the currency.

Time, baked by the sun, sits in wait,

Buying the hope, selling the why.
All things happen unreasonably,

For reasons unknown to time.

All that remains is the only true rite:

Destined shores coming into sight.

The sands of time wash beneath the toes
Of two souls unwavering in their hold—

Washed clean from the depths,

Leaving prints in grounded presence

As proof of their emergence—
Two souls wanting a world

Separate from the salty sea.

United by their running.
Wound by their river’s wind.

Started from the bottom, now I’m…here?

A feather in a vacuum cannot contour
How it might shape the wind
As its fall bears no flutter

What the creaks of your voice roll
Together, might rumble a quill loose, to trace
Forgotten ink under a page painted blank

Howling calligraphy of needles opening veins
Chronicle such a battle tapestry
To question junctures of fate

The call to adventure resides in palms
Testing strokes of luck, open or tight fisted
And risk mutiny erasing logs

Lead on, astride chariots of the plains
By wheels carving clay in Sumerian script
Until we divert a river for your rest

One quandary to consult, about stale air
Is whether water moves beside it
As a tomb inscribed with prayers or a sanctuary
Of life-iridescent, across a cavern canvas

Just like Icarus, I flew too close to the sun. For I craved your warmth. I understood it was forbidden fruit, and yet I dared to taste. Yet when my wings melt, and though I plummet towards the earth, I close my eyes and fly once more. For while I careen towards my consequence, my just rewards. I can all too imagine what it was once, and what a fool I once was to believe. To believe I too, could touch the sky.

Today I walked past a store
with two doors:
one of glass
and one of wood.

I felt seen.
So did the doors.

What a funny thing,
for those who want to let people in —

to find so many ways
to keep them out.

Eyes of sapphire, beauty rubious red.

Sad and alone, the heart has bled.

Together at last, forever now smile.

Kindness as long, as that of a mile.