this life has been a landscape of painand still,flowersbloom in it.
for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.
Love, bemysticalas the flickering blue flameof nightas the fully-awokenmoonbeneath cobwebsof passing cloudsamidst chantinghigh-tidesfuzzy,as my blanketbig enough to illuminate a hundredthousand billion galaxiesand just small enough to fitinto my embrace.
she’s gotoceanstucked awayin her hairpoems swimunder her skin.
leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.
some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.
the sapphire depthof my own love…startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.
may my touchalways…be tenderas i would strokemother’s cheekswhen she cried.
in a worldfull oftemporary thingsyou area perpetual feeling.
I was coming together…limb by limb, after being brokenfor an infinity.
..i spill intothe kind of silenceonly Khalil Gibran would understand.
most of the timesit’s the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.
poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.
love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers
i am eithera stormor a drought.in-betweenshave neverbeen my thing.
Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.