steam rises from us heat meets my ebb and your flow still... i let you go.

too old to see; too young to die she hunches over as people pass her by. perhaps in the midst of sips of tea she allows her mind to wander free. [dancing through cataract-clouded memories] snapshots of earthen grassy hills where she sipped her fill of joy. images of sapphire silken streams where she fell in love with a boy. outlines of strength in her daddy's hands as he gave her the courage to dream. hints of the scents of morning glory mist when the world was more than it seemed. snippets o...

if i read you pablo neruda with faux spanish lilts will you smile at me deliciously listen to the inflections in my voice until we fall asleep in a blanket of momentos silenciosos. if i read you spanish poetry will you adóreme. remind me of kindness with your warm liquid eyes. i barely comprehend all the parts of you i recognize. if i sing you pablo neruda to the sounds of your guitar are we sharing music or poetry or perhaps it is eternity. mira... how your silent moments awaken such sweet s...

if i read you pablo neruda with faux spanish lilts will you smile at me deliciously listen to the inflections in my voice until we fall asleep in a blanket of momentos silenciosos. if i read you spanish poetry will you adóreme. remind me of kindness with your warm liquid eyes. i barely comprehend all the parts of you i recognize. if i sing you pablo neruda to the sounds of your guitar are we sharing music or poetry or perhaps it is eternity. mira... how your silent moments awaken such sweet s...

this too shall fade away - this pressing of my heart inside my chest - this need to place my hand against the warmth of your palm this too shall fade away once I have found the perfect balm to heal my hopeful heart and all the other parts of me that feel happy when you're close to me.

brush against my bark [i will surrender] and fall into your waters.

he's gone... it's almost as though he was never here. if it weren't for the memories sifting through the slivers in every wall or the shivers on my skin when i glance at the places where he stood slightly bemused slightly confused completely adorable i'll miss him more than the flowers miss the rain (i pray not to wither) but the winter is here and he is the blanket on my heart keeping it warm (and alive) heart beat heart beat he is my heart beat.

the leaves fall and i, too, call upon my soul to settle upon the ground. (having been found) it often wants to touch the sky... unaware why, all I know is this is not allowed.

Sometimes I stare at you with the music swaying and your lips playing with a smile... I while away the moment with a lightness in my chest (a brightness in the rest of me) and suddenly I see all the love between you and me (dancing in the air) (combing through my hair) I could stare at you all evening teeming over with knowing that the flowers growing at our feet will always remain soft and sweet and the heat within our hearts is more than just desire (it is the fire of forever) scalding our ...

This is the end of all I’ve come to know. Love learned how to grow and now I’m asking it so slow (come to a halt inside my heart) and in part I feel a tightness lift inside my chest ...this must be for the best but... My faith’s put to the test each time I speak your name (the rain inside my heart pours down) I fall and stall and I call out to you. (few are the times you even respond) You’re gone and for how long I can’t even say. For I’m paralyzed… I’m devastated that you ever went away.