hello, beautiful

~ in the beginning beneath a dome of painted stars. an omen?
~ hello, beautiful.
~ in the time it takes for all the possible answers to create your truth you become twice your natural size in my thoughts.
~ a master of patience through gritted teeth. in peeling these layers i witness you bloom.
~ i read that the trick it to die daily. to shed the shit. and it's already tomorrow, but my world is tilted in your favour.
~ in the warm honey light of the setting sun bathing my face. in your eyes and in my arms. it's in a million small places.
~ sometimes i have it all.

of clouds. and ways

perhaps you’d have let them
lead the way,
but the needle scratched.
the music stuck
and they became something less
than pioneers
with nothing to offer
besides a shit shot
with some poison arrows
that used to lie
scattered like flaming confetti
at your feet.

you were the first to remove your shoes. to feel sand shifting beneath soles/souls. igniting memories of childhood summers when blood and bones were alive below skin that smelled like sunshine.

not much has changed since those days except we now take up more space and the clocks mistaken for heart beats become more persistent in their measurement of time and it's passage.

also, i love you. you who wrote our names in the sand now being washed over by the water singing the song of the moon to the rhythm of wings in metaphorical flight as we forever rehearse the kiss..

i embroider my pillow with charms and surrender to the fire

the night so black and thick with silence dissolves what you think are the edges.

not to distract from the fact
im dreaming of fish the colour of pearls swimming in the bath

i hold my breath,

but awake to the sky paling with the arrival of light slicing it's lines of intersection through these late night tales that melt into day and the battle. which is the question. of whether you have the stomach for it. the courage and strength to surrender.

pity me not for daring to call it love. for being helpless to the laws of ascension shot from the chests of prophets and held between and in each breath.