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. 

Pilgrimage

Love in every moment 

fight to bloody nose and mouth 

for faith 

hold the shape

watch myself commune

savor the pilgrimage

remove expectation

insert

love yourself darling

Living and Dead

Brown, the colour of dirt

Flowers grow out of soil.

Red, the colour of blood

Life and death in an image.

Light blue, the colour of the sky today

Hope and terror align.

Green, the colour of long blades of grass

Blades: they sound violent.

Yellow, the colour of dying leaves

Something got a meal.

Grey, the colour of my rock perch

I saw a bird with a broken leg.

Mossy, the colour of the water here

Mix the living and the dead. 

So Nice of You to Include Me (Piece 2 of _)

Listen; I really love you

And your abstinence 

Frustrates me.

Can you explore your distinctions 

Between civility and fear? 

While I move the hands,

You hold them. 

I stride the feet, 

But you tell us where to go.

You're right, we've danced together

For so many years. 

I love the feel of your soul. 

When we pray in nature, I have never felt so bold.

On that note,

I am here to tell you

That I am not to be tamed.

Don't 

Attempt to domesticate me.