language: revisited

you’re spewing words
without meaning
filling silence
with syllables
empty excuses
our feet
unable to rise
to the occasion
stiff like summer
stabbing like sorrow–
i ask you
to enjoy the
to hear
without listening
     mouths unmoving
anything said
won’t translate
into a
of arbitrary signs;
would be
so silently


She watches the floating colors from passing cars dance across his face as he sleeps. In the still darkness, she whispers words of love and hopes he hears them, a closeness forged in the unconscious.
    He had been awake for too many weeks straight, stressed self-awareness that made him uneasy in the knees, ill-minded from too many coherent thoughts.
    Now he just sleeps.
She stays awake to measure his breathing, taking note of his heart rate and watching the floating colors of passing cars dancing around his features. The blues crowd in the corners of his quiet mouth, the reds powder his flushed cheeks, the greens slide beneath his eyes, puddles of exhaustion; the yellows drift across his features as a whole, like the sun in a rush to rise.
    She drums her fingers against his chest to match the pattern of inhales, marking an invisible tally each time he smiles from far away.
    Despite sub-conscious separation, this is when she feels closest to him, when she has no knowing of his thoughts, able to create stories of what drifts through his tired mind. Stories in which things are easier and the colors dance across their face yellow, like the sun desperate to rise to bring them back together.

untitled memory

you visit me in sleep
hum you’re still here
and i trust you.

i talk to your memory in morning
watch the sunrise with you
from a distance–

do you watch it too
    replaying summer scenes?
do you still reach over
    to place a hand upon my own?

there are letters i’ll never send
words i can never say
all addressed to you
    to us
to the past present future
i always assumed you would be in.

i count cardinals
from winter windows
waiting for seasons to change–

warmer days await
in which distance
won’t feel seem
so daunting.


She walked in, a gust of nostalgic summer air, with that inviting smile across her face. The room instantly smelt of her skin, a thin layer of July humidity laid like lace upon her chest. I didn’t say hello, nor did I wave or attempt eye contact–too much time bridged between us. But, I sat there and watched her familiar yet unfamiliar figure flutter about as she ordered her coffee, as she made casual conversation with people in her new life.
   I was hidden in the past, pressed between pages of a book she once recommended, lost in lines on hands that once held hers. How beautiful she was as the sun hit her face, I cannot describe. Age had given her a confidence she flaunted as she walked; hips now full, swung side to side seductively. Had she seen me, I don’t know what I would have said. Foolishly, I may have told her I still loved her, perhaps more then than ever, mesmerized by the way her hair hung down her back in a loose braid, resting at the small of her back.
     Truthfully, I would have apologized for having shown her just how cruel love can be.
   Yet, she never met my gaze, floating out the door as if she were never truly there, leaving me to mull over memories–her scent stuck in my nostrils, her laugh echoing in my ear. I apologized to myself for ever letting her go, a reminder of how cruel love can be.


your skin dances
against my skin
and it feels like home
sends chills up my spine
hair rising as you slide your fingers
along the curvature
of my body
caressing my hips
against your own
with ease
so sweetly
your lips
drag about my neck
whispering in my ear
stories we have yet to tell
the future ahead of us
your hands exploring
my inner thighs
searching for a god
you didn’t know
you believed in
the arch in my back
building bridges
to bring you closer
to enlightenment
my nails down your back
pulling you in closer
to taste
what it means
to be happy
to be home
in my skin
in your skin
stories we have yet to tell
the future ahead of us
a god
we didn’t know we believed in
a heaven
we reach