Cycle

Before You were a cloud I tried to hold on to Just air streaming past spread fingers But lately You are fresh stream water cupped in my hands I smell your clean mountain home Taste you, and drink you down    

Slow dance

This poem is about you and how You leave licks of naked flames On my skin, with imperfect Fingers lingering, drawing Ancient symbols I’ll never decrypt, Marking me.   It’s about how your eyes burn Right through my soul, forcing out Unfamiliar sentiments that float Above our shoulders, and I dare not Hang them on…

4 am

It’s  4 am As it was, almost a week ago. I’m thinking it must mean something, The fact that I can’t sleep now And  I’m writing you this Because it’s never too early.   I love you at 4 am Not now, but I did a week ago When we had just got back. I…

Oak

I never claimed to posses you; Love does not seek to do so, Yet you had planted your heart In the shadow of my oak, And while my roots were nourished By the soul of the earth, I felt yours starve. We drank from the same cup, Neither of us ever fully satisfied; Our togetherness…

Turning tables

Dark haired girl, you Rub ashened elbows with the window sill, Cursing your neck for not being long enough. You can barely see inside But you already know how this scene goes, This is how it looks like from the outside.   You know you will  still wear your pretty smile, Even though it’s too…

Complicated

My heart stops  as you reach out And take my face in your hands. No words bear more meaning Than those that curl out of your mouth.   Hurt wraps its fingers around longing As they both fight to be felt. Neither of us is surprised by how it plays out: Me too, I say  as…

Me

  Would you stay if I Showed you Me? In my mind You handle it all Way better than I do. You Look for places To get lost in Yet never lose yourself. I let Emotions Tumble down Like Rolling stones That somehow always gather moss. That’s the thing with me I never am content…