- Long Way AroundI took the long way around,winding through your collarbone.Your breath,the traffic lightpausingfrom redto green. A place of excitement,controlledin safety. Your laugh,a detourto explore more.The road…
- Inhaled SlowlyI press into your lipsand breathe.It may seem like I’m holdingon to you,but really,you’re holding on to me. Your fingers wrapped aroundmy attention,you pull me,a…
- Playing With Construction PaperTake the scissors,and cut around the edges of my heart.Don’t worry about how it looks.Fold whatever part of methat you need to make the first…
- Mid-SneezeI’ve never had anyone lookat me the way that you do.The first time I saw it,I tried to catch itbut missed. Much like a shooting…
- Same Dream Blues (Ode To Langston Hughes)Put me to sleepI says put me back to sleepand lock the door. I got some place to be,got someones to see. You can’t understand.You…
- UnloveI can’t unlove because I amimpatient, selfish.I love as if I cannot be hurt,going on as if nothing is wrong. I cannot unlove because I…
- Follow The SmokeSensual – a poem about the kind of love that sneaks in without warning, then warms you up from the inside out. Follow The Smoke…
- The Last PieceThe Last Piece is a poem about love offered from a place of pain, and how we sometimes try to make someone feel whole while…
- FallI fall for you without a carein the world. I drown,no matter how loud the world. Dripclinging to you,not afraid to fall. My breath, steady,shifting…
- Closer To Your HeartI touch you in a placemost look past,a place within reach. It is within this placeI feel most alive. The space between hearts,the space between…
- Storms Get Hungry TooI don’t know if you ever listened to the sky when it gets hungry. It growls.It rumbles.Even roams. It sits in the dark,contemplating what it…
- Non-StopI boarded her heart,careful to follow the politics of comfort.Too much weight on either side, and we’ll surely panictumbling down, spiraling out of control. I…
- Rolling ThunderLightning appears,followed by the roll of thunder.It crashes boldly,colliding between the drops of rain. There is no fear, standing between us twomy soul reaching out…
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