He poured some passion
Plucked me as fruit
I was healthy; a milky way
His sweet comfort
His wild girl
A bud turned bloom in his hands
Tranquil night
She was in search of a sign
A whisper, all knowing
As she laid, nuzzled in piles of his pillows and her sheets
Flooded with fire and fragile words
Every language, she thought
For once she could move with the world
That she could return to speaking sparrows and true crows feet would emerge from her soil
That her nurture was enough
Stormy nights brings fragility for the house of her soul
And so she sleeps a tranquil night
Forget
Forget
Let go
I’m confused, crippled as so
Our spring through and through
We passion
We shout
We quarrel
Over your bed of moss
It feels secure to love, risk lost
Forget
Let go
Rupture
My reality squirmed and dripped
Spawning frostbite and shower
On an ego so willing
Soul winning
In admiration you’d twist
Once more strong man
Earth’s rider
Street survivor
Drink up
I feed you hidden disaster
Hoping to expose you
Piece by pieces
I overflow into you
Gargling and painfully saturated
You chew
And may your heart set before your stomach ruptures
May 17, 2017
Last night brought me back. X and I talked on the phone for hours, just talking about our future together, our love and meeting each other. I was reminded of my biggest blessing and how real this is. I mean in less than a month I will meet X. I am so grateful I get to experience life with him. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted. He pours so much unconditional love onto me. He validates my feelings, dreams, beliefs. I see us together and I know nothing else will matter because I have him. I know that we will get through everything and anything together. He remind me of my worth even if I don’t believe it. The love we have will touch lives. Yesterday I went back and reread our first messages and think about how it all started and how I was confused when I saw that days had passed by and he was still interested…
Light
In the distance you looked like home
In the distance I felt your warmth
The best kind
Reassuring ole faithful
Trust embedded in our waves
Breaking shores holds my hand
heal my head
I couldn’t wait for me to let go
Let God
For you to lead me
First sight
The warmth oozing from his brown eyes
I had to look
We locked in
I wanted him to see all of me
I wanted to be looked at by him forever
July 1, 2022
Her sun rolled his bouncy ball into a stream on purpose.
Mama goes after ball as her sun cries insistently for his bouncy ball’s return.
In the midst of the haste Mama takes stroller down into stream with her.
Mama and the stroller are in the stream.
All of mama’s stuff gets soaked; her phone, keys, purse…everything.
She grabs the ball and throws it up the little hill.
Her sun grabs it and throws it back in. This happens twice before she’s had enough.
Her sun thinks it’s a game and jumps in too.
She attempts to salvage everything.
Her sun now cries insistently because he notices his waterbottle is floating down stream.
Mama says forget that water bottle.
She regrounds.
She rescues all her belongings.
She takes a deep breath, and sternly tells her sun “get it together”
Then,
She walks down stream and retrieves her sun’s waterbottle.
Love language
November 7, 2020
I rose. I watched him sleep
He rose. I sang grand risings.
He went to the bathroom. I sang so proud. He danced so proudly and stomped
I cleaned. He made a mess
We brushed our teeth
He drank water. I toke a shower. He came along to keep me company. We talked
I reminded myself that I didn’t own him and he remembered that he owned me…
We talked the whole time
Freegrandmaa 