I’ve been swimming so long
against the current of you.
My arms are tired.
(or maybe it’s my heart)
Memories crash over
and swallow me, filling lungs and
eyes with salt water.
(or maybe they’re tears)
Finally
Finally I see
the shore, only to be pulled
down by your undertow
again.
(or maybe
I am
simply
drowning
myself)
“I am!”
for a moment. Then gone.
(Does it still exist in the dark?)
(Do I?)
Only to blink back
in a new breath,
a different moment.
My name—this name—was a firefly to you.
Sliding
in and out of existence.
A memory out of time
(Who will we be again?)
Your love is a ghost
drifting silently along
my every thought.
Untitled Haiku
Ink-stained fingerprints
blush across your love letters.
My lips kiss each one.
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Night time is harder somehow. Perhaps it is the darkness, which always feels lonelier than the daylight. Or perhaps it is just that the rest of the world is quieter and there aren’t so many thoughts between your soul and mine.
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Release
What is distance,
when even now, each nuance
of your breath makes my body shudder and arch;
a bow pulled taught, aching
for your words to release me.
Captive
Your words hold captive
a moment in time.
I step inside them
and close the door.
Ritual
Each stroke of your pen
teases out an image from my soul.
In blue or black ink
(Which one is the color of love?)
you offer up the vision
onto the altar of my consciousness.
Flaming into awareness,
each new emotion curls around my heart, ritual incense,
that drifts and settles into knowing.
I bow in gratitude for these gifts.
You are the poet of my heart.
You are the priestess of my soul.
Improbable
Between the improbable and impossible I lie,
listening for a prayer to wish me into existence.
I am here now,
but still not sure I exist.
