spring equinox
your thoughts and words
fell into my ears like
imagined memories, unreal and
motivated by the happiness
of damp air. I don't warm
up fast to people, but i know
i would've warmed up nicely
to you (and not just cause
you wear your wounds on
the tip of your tongue.)

Constellation Lore
There was a time when
we looked to the stars
and made stories to
explain our existence.
Now we look to the sky
and examine the
matter of clouds, searching
the watery masses for shapes
that mimic our existence.

umpf
your words read like a bad
novel that i have passed the
time with; from my window
perch i stalk your life with
the most feline of intention-
i needed a tail to chase
through the morning fog.

slumped firefly
sometimes the body becomes tense with tiredness,
sick from being alone,
renewed by the day light.

lonely and stupid
sometimes when i sit here all alone
all i want is you by my side,
silent breathing this same air, hearts beating
in this same space. i want limbs
intwined, naked under thin sober sheets,
still warm and comfortable. i want you
in the morning, all day long.
as the wind passes through the light
tipped needles of northern pines.
i want you there, whoever you are,
the feeling of the wind on my fingers
sticky with the sweat of the day.
i want you, i want you here.
don't leave me alone here.