Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
time can’t heal all woundswhen the injury is a severed limblimbs don’t grow back…
My mother has no tattoos,smokes two packs a day,lives for laughterand a full coffee cupsipped…
light coming up on another sunriseclouds loosened across the sky
The midnight wails her circadian songand plunders the peace of the nightHold me! Comfort me…
a jumble of wordslitter the page scribblings scatteredacross college ruled
As the music beats in tunesyou stormed to the open floor into movesof your own…
The wine is poured, red and deep,half-full glass resting on the antique, dark-stainedoak…
I open my hand to you as a gesture
I glide in a smooth freeing arc,the unbroken swath of trees panning under me,like the…
I imagine
There is no inherent sadnesssimply lethargy taking hold.A bone-deep needfor the oblivion…
Once you have wrested your peace from a place, then it is really yours: the peace,
Lovers lieIn bed, in wordsLovers cryIn tears unheardLovers shareIn life, in willLovers bear…
My timing,always used to be perfect.
Touchwhere no fingerscan touch.
Every time I reach out,
Today came to dance…
Poetry Sunday
If it feels good
There is a certain type of personthe kind that makes you feel alivewhenever they are near…
Touch my handsThe lines are my mapsLeading me to your heartMy fingertips tracing…
I see you little oneI know I’m not here enoughThat shows on your faceBut I love you…