the way of a creative. born.

the way of a creative. born. cold air became me around eleven while my thighs framed a’s, dropping and dipping and i wrote poems on how he’s heaven; celebrate swallow replacing sipping. every breath i released was beckoning. he came while i slept, while i was dreaming… days that equal fact checking. reckoning. head turned respect, as if i’m not beaming. i spent decades assuming no one saw, until he stepped front with shy conviction....

over the rays of summer

over the rays of summer June was blowing through My window. Six months After he walked in, I stopped. Goosebump 2am heartbeat Stop. I froze and he disappeared And it was like there was not A(way): to rediscover a life That we planned. We agreed And the breeze. It kissed Inside the pieces I opened. I looked down to see up; he Turned, my eyes to light Above us. Sealed protection Like a sandstorm’s dust - Transparent promises. All. Two/o Clear....

write him off

the way i wrote. him. off. i fell in love with you to binaural beats and dreams and truth. these pieces. no one stops or bothers or attempts to see, real. but you appeared after i wished. moon. sun. imagine deception’s reality i waited. believed. i wove soul ribbons. i swore. you understood there is no me; bewitch us with lies of fresh beginning. you are the alter of my heart, accept/except it doesn’t matter. i died far before you decided to...

intermission

INTERMISSION he disrupts me. in this way. prior to notice. to see. disruption is enchant. like a hazel-eyed rescue stirring you ashore. walking on ground after sailboat wonders. our ocean wanders, starlight. jumps. when bodies form, in perfection. one. pose. we are unaccompanied. lone heart pumps. he closes. i open. he opens close. an off the grid love that no one can find, 8th avenue hip squeeze. show how you’re mine. suitors try to sway me,...

deities. surrender.

deities. surrender. memories of wishing and sending for you. i mean him. it was like one complete actual. a literal place of more. i held him quietly inside of me. loud sounds still occurred and life did not stop, but there was truth that i beamed like never while he held me and swore i would not drop; savoring each word. embracing clever. have you ever learned to stand quite this tall? stomp out emotion and straighten your spine. i stepped five...
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