The kindness of strangers, the meanness of lovers. The wisdom of children, the folly of adults. The strength of silence, the emptiness of words. The love of hatred and the hatred of love. All these contradictions make me wonder- is the beauty of life its unpredictabilty or is life, in its beauty, unpredictable?

You are the storm that calms me,
the peace that makes me anxious,
the shadow that casts a bright light,
the spell that sets me free.
You are the me that I lost.

The moments that I held you
Were the moments that held me

The meekness of the rain
That kissed me instead
Of you, sobered me down.

The only truth I've known
Is in the lies you told me.

The quiet beauty of this dawn is unsettling. Life, why are you still with me today? Am I worthy of your grace? When you finally decide to leave, will I be prepared?

You are the ocean and I am the shore. Your crests and troughs, highs and lows, consent and denial; you always leave me wanting more/less of you.

Desire

As my cheek melts into the oasis
That your chest is, I dream
Dreams I am unworthy of.
In your salty droplets of sweat
I shed tears of fearful longing
In your body they hid my soul
And in mine, an eternal hunger
For all that shines in your
Little wise eyes.
If I could merge my flesh
With the painful beauty
Of the warmth of your skin
If I could lick, suck, fuck
And kiss your myriad emotions
If I could crawl into your hot
Red blood and live your life
If I could fill my womb with
The wayward seeds of your desire
I would be a child of the ocean,
Mud of the earth, flesh of your flesh.

admiration

your freshly shampooed hair
takes me to a dark forest
where silences are loud
where the sun and clouds
are painlessly insignificant

where nothing matters
except the aching softness
of your skin untouched
by angels and demons

the arches and angles
the curves and lines
of strength of definition
your face is a mirror

of all that is treasured
in the holy of holies
your body, my honest prayer
your soul, my divine sacrifice.