Mysterious

I keep loving people

Who are mysterious to themselves.

Is that the appeal, that we learn together? 

I'm not sure.

Is it mysterious,

Or censored?

If the latter, 

I may be doomed. 

If the former, why? 

Audacity

I will eat your audacity with rice

It's different to another kind I've seen 

With absolutely no achievement

Behind its pride

Your stance is high and strong

Based on the pain

Of seeing your talent

Bleed from your fingers

And being asked 

How dare you?!

So much so that you question

If you should

But the blood demands it

Even if humans

Would have you killed

Silence will kill you anyway.

A Good Reminder

Sometimes I walk through the woods alone

I play a game with myself there

A reminder to myself:

I invite good good love.

I welcome healthy, exciting appealing companionship

I invite you, partner

I invite you, my lover

I invite you, my committed choice

My dream come true.

I invite you, connection

I invite you, communion

I invite you, good good faith

Amen amen amen. 

I bet you

I bet you it was love.

You'd never know it.

What's left now,

Is hard to watch.

Our friends pick up the pieces.

I bet you it was love.

No one wants to hear about it.

I don't recognize you. 

A Portrait

This one is photography.

Her trench coat is open at the neck

You can just make out 

The curve of her left breast 

She sits against a pole,

Clutching flowers in her right hand

She has a faraway look

In her eyes

Her pearls are delicate

Her hair is pulled back

Her feet are bare

She does not smile

To Find Home

In this one, you're happy. 

You have found your voice. 

Your roots touch the earth,

Your grandmother's voice is familiar.

Here, the sparkle in your eye 

Is not a tear.

Here, body and spirit unite.

There's blood on the stone where you're sitting now

But you're pristine

There are shreds of tattered garments

But you're in robes

I may never see you again

But here's my hope:

I dream my best dream for you 

To find home <3

Scorched

I put my love out in the sun

In the high light of midday

It's getting scorched,

Widely seen,

The ends crack.

Here is the plan:

When it is too brittle to keep its form

It'll resemble our interactions.

When it's too brittle to keep its form

I will grind it into dust

We don't agree at all 

About what we're looking at

The soft before

Was an affront...to you.

I will take the dust 

To the trees you planted in me.

I will till the soil there,

High hopes of what it can be.