follow me to the end
of the world. 
i want to hear ‘i love you’
echoing off a canyon’s edge; 
your laughter, never ending
in the darkness.
your hand in mine, 
double helixes of fingers
two plants intertwined, 
seeking the same sun.

we have grown into each other // a.s.m

you say there’s no poetry
for you, darling,
but it’s here
written in the way your words
sway me like grass
in a summer breeze, the way
my skin tingles like stars when
you say my name,
when you say
my name is magick.

put your hand to my chest–
do you feel
the rhythm of the verses
beating
for you? every step,
every cell, for you,
for you and I
will never stop breathing
this poetry; my lungs
are saturated with it.

everything you make me feel is poetry // a.s.m

familiar stranger
new friend
tell me of the time we crossed
once before
under the wisteria.
i’ll meet you there– halfway
between the poppies
and forever.
your voice a nocturne,
notes i’ve never fallen asleep
to before: i cannot
quite tell where it is
within me that you dwell.
do you sing a song of this
universe, or one of
dreams?

magis quam ante // a.s.m