My favorite part of your body Are your hands. They feel like Warmth Sun Light And a little more Ethereal to the touch Than the rest of us. *Inspired by Rupi Kaur
Waiting for love is like Waiting for warmth in December Or for snow in the middle of summer-- It's as consistent as the weather And as simple as an atom, Or a quiet explosion-- But I can't seem to find it.
I'm in love with a stranger. He is a painter. He paints in articulate words and vivid colors, And I find comfort in his unfamiliarity-- It captures my image of what bold should be-- Like the edges of his skin when I touch him-- But he stands behind a door without a number, And it… Continue reading Abstract Artist
My eyes hold the dark Like an open tomb My mouth cries out For someone to look at me— I hear the boards creak. I feel the walls crack As dust fills my nose And the floors shake Like an earthquake. Light crawls through the spaces And my body relaxes. I am not alone in… Continue reading You Found Me
It’s raining and my mind Is a blur of blue and green And brown and black Sitting next to you, I watch the windows reflect The rain painting the panes, And take your hands to dance. I want to dance in the puddles Until the earth stains our clothes And covers our bodies. I smell… Continue reading Rainy Days
I watched the sun rise over blue ridges And traced my fingers where the summits hit, But I wasn’t there. I was sitting in the front seat of my car watching the shadows fall, Turning the volume up as a song Spoke of North Carolina, and distant lovers. My… Continue reading Mountains