A tree never dies

Winter kills its leaves, Spring: births.

(It starts a new life)

Belt around my womb

Don’t call me. Don’t talk to me.

Fuck menstrual cycles

Four years out her womb

A tickle, a jump…giggles

“I’m gonna getcha!”

Words fall from his pen

“Nothing happens for nothing”

A poet is born

To feel my rhythm

Shape, sound, direction, meaning

This is why I write

Synchronicity

From our dreams to the 3D

We are powerful.

Last minute haiku

Must keep my own promises

It’s what truly counts

Passion fruit and tea

An unhealthy mind scares me

sip, drink, calm your gut

moss, fire, these lungs

everything requires breath

-only to collapse

I want to feel my blood pump up my heart

And rush down my veins

to my bare bones.

I want to feel my nerves wake,

one small breath at a time;

to feel my veins throb,

my blood rush,

my throat hum,

my heart whoosh,

my God. Buzz with joy…

and lose my mind…

and find my rhyme.

I want to flood you (and for you to flood me),

-to feel your deep (your song).

Can we feel this deep (our song)?

You and I