• mirages

    your feet are scorched, lips parched, chasing phantoms; love, you have returned; i can see your eyes, softly-lidded, on my lap; i say, what took you so long? The oasis was right here, he says, i have drunk from mirages and have gone mad; anoint me, 

  • the sea between

    how unversed in the language of love; i could pour it into poetry as if a seasoned lover, but what an awkward child in the shores of Aphrodite; she must be shaking her head ruefully, and throwing trinkets at me to pick one, any, and give it; i can’t for the life of me, express…

  • just this

    i have circled back right to where i began, disillusioned, but somehow, soft; love, i have grown deeper, under, since the glamour wore off, i wear simplicity like a white cotton shift, nothing more; you will find no jewels, no mirror, just this, 

  • eden

    a walled garden, where only in moonlight you break into my seal, and only then can i see you truly, draped in shadows and silver, melting, and every night you leave a pearl by my side; i can’t tell if it’s a promise of return or goodbye,

  • whites are flying

    i have raised my hands in surrender, the whites are flying, you have cornered me in every turn i have taken; there is no way out but to sheath these claws and teeth, and drop to my knees; i have become a supplicant under the shade of your hand; oh, the arrogance to have tried…

  • unbroken

    innocence unbroken springs from this freshly tilled earth; like the warm ground kissed by the first drops of rain; like her neck from a warm shower, scented; my hands tremble, delicate like the stem of a dandelion, once plucked–drains very quickly,

  • eaten

    mother, i would have slept in your meadows forever, never broken my eyelids for nothing but, there are mouths crawling all over me, blood seeping; and i must move, you demand that i move or be eaten—

  • vanilla

    vanilla ice cream melts between my fingers; sweetness meets your eyes, before red seeped through your clothes, before the world demanded your hands calloused; my white socks freshly laundered still remembers the sun beating over our beating hearts, sandstorm gritting between our teeth,

  • next sunset

    you taught me silence in love; loneliness knits itself like a cloak of warmth; every time the wind blows too hard, i have laced my cold hands around the flame, i am sorry, there is nothing to me but the will to cup my hands around the one thing that’s ever mattered to me like…

  • fins for legs

    i swam in your depths, languid and free, everything sweet and pearlescent, eternity sings here like a birthright; i have found myself in your waters, but i must walk the land, inhale fire to release you, give me fins for legs; come with me, don’t breath—dive!