winter

She drinks me whole

her lips dance over mine and

her heartbeat holds me

(delicately)

i think of her often

“can you keep talking please?”

she whispers fearful across distances lengthened by love

i try,

in this moment of fragility

to hold her

(delicately)

for perhaps she deserves it more than

I.

waiting: a poem(song)prayer

i wait for you,

dreaming listlessly, wistfully into the horizon.

the sand slides effortlessly through my outstretched toes.

the sun casts carefully across the near-magenta,
golden taffeta waves as they quiver,

drifting closer and closer to my hand,
separated only by an almost ephemeral layer of pure white sand.

the gold turns to violets, crimson, a deep azure,

the taffeta rips and shreds, a gentle, patient drifting becomes
a restless licking and curling,

the sun wanders away,

slowly and effortlessly replaced by a pale-white sliver of
moonlight and the gentle, calming flickering of limitless stars and



cavernous night-time.



(I wait for You through the gentle passing of waves;


(seasons)


and waves again.)


one day i’ll see you,

with eyes like the summer and
lips like the stars.

with hair like the autumn and
hopes still unscarred.



one day I’ll see you

and our dreams will come true.


until then,
until then,
until then,


(I wait for You through the gentle passing of waves;


(seasons)


and waves again.)

(remnants) of love.

Feet buried in
sea-softened sand.
Waves calmly crash
against worn rocks,
brightened by
hand-scrawled marriage proposals
and iloveyous.
"I love you sugar frosting"-
one reads, evoking memories
of
awkward first kisses
and childhood hand-holding.

We're too old now for
Brightly colored sun dresses
And size 4 sandals.
Too old for pigtails,
and being cute.

But here,
Moonlight streaming across
Tired, smiling faces.
Hands touch with that
same childhood spark.

And love,
again,
is perhaps a possibility.