Fuel and Flame

This isn't the first time,

My audacity has humiliated me. 

It's okay, 

It's fine. 

This isn't the first time,

That my hope

Has shamed me.

Audacity is fuel and flame.

Echo

You do it so masterfully,

At first I don't notice. 

I fall in love with myself

When I talk to you. 

In two years

I know three things about you. 

Your flat stomach,

A sounding board. 

I saw my estranged self

In your eyes

And I fell in love 
With her.

You moved so slowly. 

And when our conversation 

Sounded like an echo

I pushed, because I was hungry. 

I've never seen a chest like that. 

And I've never imagined

The heart so much. 

I fell in love with myself

When I spoke to you

Up

Zero gravity tears fall up.

A reason to cry

Take the weight off,

Not easy, but functional.

One, two, seventy-seven.

Up they go, and I watch them.

Tears fall up, 

Because I lift them.

Love is in the sky:

A good place for tears. 

Giving them their weight,

Can flood my earth. 

So I lift them.

So, I take the weight off. 

So, I cry:

Up.

Pondering Love

Love, come to me.

Oh, I will live in You!

Vehemence for Love,

Every breath for You.

Now, we see through a glass.

Every breath for You. 

Vehemence for Love,

Even when I see nothing

Reminded am I:

Every breath for You.

Nothing can separate me.

Dwelling here,

Satisfies.

Bags of Grain

I have had a very fruitful harvest,

My storehouse is full of grain. 

There are sacks upon sacks in assembly,

And I am in gain.

A bag of grain

Can feed a family. 

A bag of grain, 

Is wealth. 

One woman can eat only so much bread. 

One woman,

Limited times, 

To be fed. 

It is gluttony to keep it. 

It is gluttony to eat

More than your fill. 

I am in gain. 

What uses are there 

For grain? 

Such a plentiful harvest.

The storehouse is full. 

Grind grain,

Make flour. 

Sell grain,

Make a dollar. 

You can feed 

animals, 

Many will eat. 

Many will cluster. 

Forty-Thirtyone

Will I hear you in the quiet?

All I need is there. 

I do feel faint.

Tell me that I can

Understood, I am not

Perhaps not human

Only autopsy will tell

Now, we wait. 

Tell me that I can

Help my unbelief

Each breath takes air from me. 

Let me be understood,

Or, let me be gone. 

Really, I do feel faint.

Determined yet, to stay. 

Blossoms

The start is clear, 

The blossoms appear.

There's a bloom across my tree.

In each, there is a seed. 

Blossoms die sometimes

Sometimes I kill these. 

Blossoms come quickly. 

Fruit evade me.

Where, the fertile soil?

Where, the good earth?

Where, the strong rays?

Where, the bees?