021815 0321

i wish i could fold the way i love
the colors painted across the sky during a sunset
into a paragraph
into neat words and complete sentences
instead i have to be content with
saying that it is the way the clouds
settle over the horizon,
heavy and lazy and warm,
the way the city gets busy
trying to get home so it can relax.
i have to be okay with struggling to describe
the way the birds,
who i love dearly,
fall silent and how that silence tends to engulf.
i could try to explain how
watching the sun say goodbye
both breaks my heart and
mends it at the same time
but i don't know if i have the energy to
dance through that would-be paragraph.
instead i must be content with
saying that even though i know
it will be back tomorrow
nothing hurts more than watching
it go down.

im trying these out lets see how they look on the blog yepp

021715 0028

it is seasonal and terrifying
shadows that slither from underneath cars
and settle on my porch at dusk
leaking into the cracks of this old house
and coming to sit on my chest
i don't want to frighten you
with the way i will clutch to anything
that brightens my day
when i'm fighting darkness and much worse
when the sun kisses this city goodnight
throwing pinks and purples onto the horizon
... it is something that usually soothes
but for now leaves me anxious to face the silence.
i will need to be held a little more,
reminded a little more that
i am okay?

021715 0024

i love the way your mouth smells
when it is on mine.

021715 0020

I like the way you curl into my arms
like you feel as though I can protect you.
you fold into me as if
I am made of titanium,
as if I am a brick wall unbroken.
You give me hope,
that I am indeed whole.
You make me feel strong,
as if I can hold my own and
hold you at the same time.
No one has made me feel that way before.