Seasons

Somewhere between

here
and 
there

over yonder
and
restless soles

houses 
and 
homes

shattered remains of broken hearts
bones fortified in spite of annihilation
tongues strengthened by whispered truths

everything became a season.

I fell into you, a storm
of strewn wrappers, 
lightning talks,
thunderous proclamations. 

Sought solace in your
velvet dress and kindness
made permanent 
in that thin layer
between flesh and armor.

The chills of the world 
bowed down before an 
everlasting sunshine,
for how can you not smile
in the presence of a flame.

It was as if I awoke to
my world blanketed
in fresh perspective,
each step forward a
proclamation, reclamation. 

As quickly as I learned of
the possibility of the impossible
you vanished, moved along
to your next disciple in need. 

Reclamations From Anxiety

With no sense of time, 

I woke up today and for

that I am grateful.

Anxiety

Before you leap into me,
let me share 
my internal stillness crushed 
under an exoskeleton, 
soft underbelly no longer
exposed to predators, 
hidden from even myself.

Home is...

stolen kisses on the subway platform,

the way you lean in to steal them back. 

trust in my navigation skills, which

includes concentric conversational circles,

until we eventually reach our destination. 

a pile of peace offerings in the morning; 

the word goodbye is quickly becoming 

my least favorite sound amongst the

cacophony of life, so here’s a banana. 

“I’m pithed” and “I don’t believe it” and 

sharing what lies behind the curtain, I

don’t think I’ve ever listened so intently 

to stories about spiders, bats, and eggs. 

setting expectations for when we will

both meet back on shore, rest, before

beginning our improvised adventures. 

“turn around,” firm requests of how I 

should melt into your arms, knowing this. 

... is where my heart is.

Naked

you gift them poems, 

in return receive silence ~

it cuts to the bone.