• constellating

    your hands have tuned the strands of my being for just this; the right strain, and the right elements, breaking apart and constellating, for exactly this; yet so unassuming, nothing can tell that underneath the veil of the sky is the sea, 

  • unmoored

    love, i will not bleed against your thorns any longer; i will not press against your walls, or clench and curl around my twisted wrists reaching or blister under the sun; the ocean and the flame rests in me; and only in your opening, shall you find me unmoored in love,

  • moon tides

    the moon tides spill around my ankles, i have placed a seashell where you would sit; my calls have gone silent, i see the breeze carry your tresses, your scent; but, your silhouette has disappeared, the rock that you were, sand grain; one lover’s embrace, these arms are heavy with too much to give, 

  • unsaid

    my throat burns with unsaid things, they scuttle and scratch the walls; love, they have gone so unsounded, that i can’t recall what they were, just that it claws; i need a questioned hook, some sweet bread, to fish them out through my neck, tilted,

  • breathe

    i am tired, love, i say eternity, but here i would have loved a drop of that ocean, the bones ache from this deep, i long for lightness, but, love, you seem adamant that i stay under; it’s beautiful, but i can’t breathe, let me come up for air,

  • trance

    ah, the oil lamp, pressed from the fat of my body, flickers; it flickers between us, and the dance has been evoked; love, you set me in a trance, dreams, symbols and waking life have swirled together; all of me shivers under this spell,

  • behind a candle

    love, i can never look at you directly, my heart trembles at every twitch of your brows; it’s only behind the veil of my hair, when you are lost in thought, that i dare glance, and your sleeping face, my courage fails me, and so i remain in the night, moonlit, behind a candle forever…

  • 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,