That marbled pathway

Who are we but bright flames that wane? Flesh alive and so here now, but can step away from these frames Far away the evening fragrance lingers Seeping into deeper woods Feeling is like morning weather With windchimes and little bells Rolling misty haze, kissing our feets Atop the marbled pathway Of a holy treasure

If it were up to me

If it were up to me, I wouldn’t care. I wouldn’t smile. I wouldn’t talk much. I’d be sitting by the beach all day, writing, quenching thirst with juice in the other hand. Bare skinned and in a swimsuit, lounging and dipping into the smelting hot golden sand. Letting my skin bake into the brownestContinue reading “If it were up to me”

Diffuse apart with you

Yearning Is a wish to be free There’s a lot of pain, and you slowly die in the process It’s as if you no longer have control over yourself And all your molecules; all the pieces of love that make you diffuse into the ground, as you sink in I can’t gather you, wrap myContinue reading “Diffuse apart with you”

Last one at the end of the circle

It’s another season, and the planets have run down that same old circle. You’ve packed your bags and moved up to another mess, and me, it’s come down to me kneeling on the ground gasping for air, unable to breathe, dying. This is me. The one who’s supposed to get it. But what do IContinue reading “Last one at the end of the circle”