incapable of being captured
and too much to be savored

tending my garden
inhaling the sweet bloom

when the world ends
I want to be with you

Seeds pressed into the ground with cold fingers
hoping for the day they will sprout.

Sometimes The beating of my own heart Is so loud it frightens me.Sometimes I get lost in cosmic oblivion And … More

the way she smelled of fresh rain,
of soil and water releasing
running down her fingers and legs
that girl was so much water

this is not a metaphor

I am in love
with the life that emerges
from hidden and forgotten spaces
cracks of green in gray cement
life cannot keep
from living again

home is where love surrounds you,
enveloping and washing away
the sore and ache
carried from worlds away