Shaky hands please calm
Upset tum please settle now
But please don’t leave me
Shaky hands please calm
Upset tum please settle now
But please don’t leave me
Hot wind. Now I’m home.
Watermelon rose tea too.
Southern wife, sweet life.
The moment he calls
I want to be by his side
Like how a leash works…
Meet me 4pm
Hand on hand like a mirror
“I’ve missed you darling.”
We can try hiking until we find exactly where the sunrise will look best. But we will end up cold and standing on a tilting rock to get an almost perfect view.
Maybe if we hop in an air balloon—but then that would lead to us freezing away while we chase a pretty skyline.
If love is a hotel…
And my love is on the top floor…
What gets me in the door?
To the front desk?
On the elevator?
With a key to the top floor? (Of course that floor is locked and guarded by fearsome goons.)
To the same room on the top floor?
And into his arms to save his life?
Crystal ice like shells
Once we fall through, won’t we freeze?
Scurry back laughing
I stir the cream into my coffee. The sky is lit with the moon and it keeps me awake enough to race with my thoughts. “Compatible,” I think. I keep getting hit with this word when I least want to hear it. When I make a play for permanence, the other party starts their doubts. “Is it me or her timing?” “Is she consistent?” “Is she looking at me right now?” I don’t want to make them uncomfortable, but I do. And then they hit me with it. “Do you think we’re compatible?” And the next move is crucial. Because once they ask, there is only one correct answer.
All the while we snooze
Sorrow billows, tears…. pillows
‘Tis better to have…
spinning side effects
dizzy, ditzy, heartbeat too
petals in a pile
Heart blooms toward him.
There is no safe place to love.
Heart blooms toward her.
when the real thing’s far
to loop in my head—our heads
perfect then perform
Suppressed, I yearn still
Perfected a cheesecake too!
Cooled on window sill
Now I am supposed to grip your hand back
Otherwise you’ll try checking my pulse
Be alive. Stay present.
I was supposed to lean against you
but splashed Slurpee in your frozen lap and now you’re bluish
How long was I squeezing your hand?
Like a doula, you let me realize when the nerves were gone
And simply didn’t call me again.
resistance is futile.
thinking of us daily
prepared you for me
since before you’d heard
of resistance.
and still
you have wanted it.
The scent in those leaves is yours
The heat of the tangle we share
The hit of this tango we’ve skipped
Long lost in the jungle we wait
Four limbs to be strangles in “yes”
Head light from the toggle and twish
I’ve longed to be headstrong and wrong
Five eyes to be open and melt
You’re mine from the tangle of trust
Knee-deep–
I’m yours from the break of the day
Put out what you’ve set ablaze.