I am the ember
to your flower;
but I can’t stay red,
and you won’t remain evergreen.
Let’s use each other up
while time allows
our beauty to be seen.
I am the ember
to your flower;
but I can’t stay red,
and you won’t remain evergreen.
Let’s use each other up
while time allows
our beauty to be seen.
of when your eyes connect with another’s
and heat jumps through your body
and you want to know them,
and you want them to know you;
you want them to want
to understand
like you want to
understand
them.
I can love with a Promised heart.
Disclose to me what you believe.
I will show you evidence- Proof-
that I belong to me, but can remain True.
written 22 October, 2014
Life is different for me
because I give a damn
because my metaphorical heart
is an eye that wants to take everything in
because I wade up to my knees before
I fully submerge
because sunlight is always gold
because there’s always wind
because when I hear the rain slam against my house at midnight
I wear a white t-shirt and walk under the stormĀ
because green is life
and it’s my favorite color
Where is the crossing
of the stars? Not Here,
as is desired-
Youths wish it’d appear-
though- Consequences
be neglected- Outcomes-
rarely what expected,
or what one dreams-
Under the stars-
show me the constellations you know.
Why don’t we make some up, too?
Wrapped in sweatshirts, blankets.
A foot is quite a bit of distance.
Should I move closer?
I want to.
Would you mind if
I touched your hand?
Leaned against you?
Kissed you?
Nothing but us, the ground,
the food in a basket, and
all the other amenities I brought.
And the stars
shining.
O stuck Heart of mine,
you pine for the past-
can you not let go
of what was not meant to last?
There is no excuse, now,
not to pump Red to my cheeks-
I have grown cold, with you
behaving thus for weeks.