i want to see all of you,
every inch. every
mountain, every forest,
every ocean, every river
and canyon. i want to know
every mark on the map,
and i want to fall in love
with all of it.
i want to see and know
this is where i belong.
that you are a part of me
as much as i am a part of you.
you make me feel
something scary and
yet so comforting,
consuming. you are
a contradiction,
a recipe for disaster,
and yet i love you.
perhaps instinct
trumps common sense
in matters of the
heart.
perhaps my fear of
intimacy
will melt under your lips
and i will let you run them all over me.
your breath, warm
milk and roses.
your arm, a barrier
for intruders-separating
us from the world.
i don’t know
the time or where
i am or what i was
supposed to be doing;
i only know
your heartbeat, the heat of
your lips, warm
milk and roses.
whispers and giggles
(they never raise their voice).
they never speak louder than
the rain
they are sprouted from.
I. EVACUATION
run
without thinking.
let your feet slap
the pavement. you need
to get out of here before
they burn you alive.
i know it hurts. sometimes
you have to
save yourself first.II. VIRGINITY
no footprints in the snow.
you’ve not yet learned to
not let everyone in.III. BLESSED CHILD
you’ve been vandalized
you throw your body
off of cliffs
so you can know how
it feels to fly.
you’re branded and scarred,
and you only know
how to smile.
i have been waiting.
through skin untouched
and sallow love.
i have been waiting;
i believe
it has been for you.could it be
you are a shadow from
my dreams?
your voice,
where have i heard that
tone?
why does it sound so much
like home?
WEARY TRAVELER FINDS REST
WITHIN THE HEART OF A CHILD:
we are
a miracle the world chortled
at thinking existed, a dream
within a dream.
too far beyond
the imagination, a
hallucination of the heavens.
‘go as high as you can possibly take me.’
you sold me a piece of paper and
told me it would make me
fly.
now i’m crashing into walls,
you’re terrorizing my mind.
this shit is going up in smoke,
my mind before my heart.
you once said you’d rather die
than watch me burn, but
i am almost all ashes
and your heart’s still beating
on rhythm. when did you realize
you had told us both a lie?
you said you wouldn’t let me burn.
how long have you been
playing with fire?
where have i slipped
between these cracks
that god intended for us
to sink into?
where have i gone to?
a place between my body and the sky.
safe.
soft.i can still hear
them, though.
laughing right
outside my window.
and my stomach against
this mattress is pulling me back
before i am ready to go.i am never ready to go from here;
where poetry flows in the streams,
where a mind is at ease,
where raw hands find peace.
you won’t cry in the night anymore here,
i promise.
words. sand
on an
endless
ocean shore
slip through outstretched fingers
slip through my mind
bucket by
bucket
strain out the gold and
stuff my pockets with
little puzzle pieces
a mosaic of words
i string together to
make a key
to the locks on
hearts and minds.
Silenticel 