My heart is often in pieces
but I know every single piece
travels to its rightful place
in the grace of this life’s unfolding,
and without a doubt they will come
back to me one day. I wait.
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California
for Li
The moment you came close I knew
there was an ocean inside you
that I will soon drown in. I could
forget everything but the sunshine
in your skin, still warm, still warm
on my tongue.
No matter what happens, my love,
your body will forever haunt mine –
all I have to do is breathe,
and I return to you, a land
where red poppies and I bloom.
And when I kissed you in the rain,
vulnerable yet alive, the sky
was no longer a sky,
and your name
was no longer a name.
Prayer
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Hug
Some days, the hollow
of my right collarbone misses
the beat of your heart so much.
You feel like the deep
exhale after a long day
the quiet fireplace
in my hollowed chest
I want to lie forever
inside your pocket
You are sunset.
You are nostalgia.
You are home.
Daybreak
When she raised her eyes and met his gaze
the train gave an unexpected lurch.
It was an ineffable moment,
like a deer looking up from the plain
for an instant and finding berries.
The sun was rising. His pale blue eyes
and the rye field rolling out behind
his broad shoulder reminded her of
the old town she’d run away from,
where the faded rye no longer danced
when the cold wind blew, and the mad crows
beat their wings against the stony sky.
And as she smiled at him, sunlight broke
through the tin-gray clouds that gathered on
the tip of her tongue all these quiet years.
Originally published on January 27th, 2016 on my old blog.
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