your presence casts
colors
i’ve not felt in
others
that i hold as
sacred
to
my heart, seen
naked.
just you and
i…
our eyes to the
sky…
my hand on your
thigh.
wedged between
then and
now
i
forgot
to breathe
from my blue
lips
pressed to
teeth
like metal on
meat
grinds itself to
sleep,
fried screen eyes too
parched to
bleed,
if you come
visit
me
please crawl
right
in..
to bed like sea too
vast to swim
again.
“pocket any loose change..”
he exclaimed
like it may dull
remnant
shame,
jaw dropped- left
on desk,
“guess it needed rest”
liza said,
shrugging at
love
born of spells worn
in golden
robes..
don’t warm the
soul
like hand me
downs
heaped in mess
like musty
nest.
you appear in lonely
faces,
eyes mist like milk
and black tea
stains..
fate’s cup flipped
bottoms
up,
tongue tucked in
creases
of leonard cohen
lyrics,
star shaped flies swarm
moon starved
sky..
contracts like breath
at break of
dawn-
worn hands reaching blind
through space
to wipe your trace from
each lonely
face.
if you’re just
dust
like you
claim,
you’re fresh off
the moon-
sprinkled sparkling over
my eyelids
to remind me why i
open them.
was stung upon
tongue
while plucking
petals
for their pretty and
perfume
smothers
room.
Sweat Wrings (available for free)
a cluster of voices and rhymes in less inspired times.
a collection of revised poems written in the past two years following a cluster of challenging events is now available, free of
charge to anybody who wishes to read. included below are a .pdf version and link to ebook
available on kobo writing life
Sweat Wrings .pdf:
https://handsinthegarden.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/10/sweat-wrings-2.0-1.pdf
Sweat Wrings on Kobo Writing Life:
thank you
lost and spun
about
in
out-crowd you
study
takes up less space
than time’s
story-
sealed like eyelids
of room
that
devoured the
best of
you.
we sank through
layers
like
floors only seen from
beneath,
reaching for more
nothing
fills..
my fists like its
worth the
risk.
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