poetry

Coming Ages

catching your hands as they fall rose petals glimmering in your eyes as we bike towards the sunset rushing forward into the future not backing it building it sunlight flickering in our path oblique creations we’re molding still and sitting in silence
October 2, 2025

renewal

squeezing life out of rustling trees pouring mint tea into birch mugs listening to the birds watching colors of the sky change and change living in an eternity our scribbles are golden inking in barks glimpsing dawn our eyes following the earth
October 2, 2025

Gulping Air

fisting your hair i jumped off the boat ready to float and flee and fly but then you asked if this was what i had always longed for if this was it i didn’t have an answer so i waited for you
October 2, 2025

Almost touched the sun

like crystals you touched the glass and it broke your leaves at full bloom but dust covers the path forward why does your heart race leave mine cold i want to talk to you about it about how the rose lost its
October 2, 2025

Mutation

137 Mutation 12/23/2017 Remember when you debauched my mind? The leaves you saw crinkle pleasantly, the contributions they give to our eyes matter to me, at least. Even at their cycle’s end The gift of color shakes our shape-shifting cornucopia
April 5, 2018

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