Gardening
Come sit in my garden with me
I’ll give you a part to call your own
We’ll spend Saturdays weeding
through our scars and our too-dear memories
And on Sunday, we’ll dig neat little holes
All Entries
Boulders
I want to sit with you atop a mountain
Cuddling clouds so long we turn to boulders
We’ll nap on canyon walls
and we’ll bathe in raindrops that could hold a whole lifetime
Your Cup of Tea
Content, simply as your cup of tea
Held kindly between your palms
Every sip feels ritual precious
I get to keep you warm
Follow
Don’t doubt that inner voice inside
the one that screams at you
She knows exactly where to go
and soon you’ll know it too
It’s not as if you ever were
Eighty Percent
Are you okay with silence?
Because sometimes forest secrets are more comforting than anything
either of us could say
Sometimes I like to write four lines
Branches
You’re like a really big nose
or poo colored eyes
a gene I wish I could strip right out of me
or a freckle I wish would just leave
My Favorite Story
Seven years of rewinding and replaying this story
and the chrome is day-old shiny
Others have been eroded by dust and disinterest
but somehow this tale
Morning Blessing
I hope every morning
when Lady Sunshine peels open your eyelids
you feel so whole
that it’s okay to dance in the street
Waterfall Mouth
We’ve used so many words and I still have a million more.
I’ve wrapped each of them
in rollercoaster red and that iridescent color I feel every time you smile.
With bows,