i’m
blessed
to hear your
deepest,
to watch you
blush
in
your
nakedness,
i’ve watched your
eyes kiss the
mirror
in bursts
of self adoration-
smiling to
myself.
shadow on the
window
sill
says nothing yet
rules me
still
by granting my
childest
desires-
by absolving
tears on
fire.
heaviness of
talk–
drags me into rooms
i care not
visit
to squander
hours
on words that
matter
not.
i offered you
flowers
on the tip of
a vow,
then lay them at
your feet
in the hopes
they’d take root.
sorrow takes
a bow
so dear griever
can breathe
in fresh night
which carries upon it
the desire to heal
beyond.
supple hand on a
shoulder
unsettles the
mourner
wishing he felt comfort
by touch
in these moments
where rawness
reigns.
love starts with one
heartbeat
‘gainst a cage that
rattles and
splits,
till out fly the
doves
from a cold,
lifeless
pit.
on the stairway
to no end,
i take a breather then
begin again,
each rung closer
to nowhere,
not even aware of
what landed
me there.
a sudden breeze
tips the
candle
sending its spark
spilling
onto kitchen
table..
consuming remnants
of a letter
i never seem to
complete.
i’ve softened
little
since the
news
you left before
your time,
but have settled
into the new
“normal“
and sense you
within me
now.
hands in the garden 
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