Cozy

Eyes fail under the sun,
they've adjusted to the night,
and I'm eating at the darkness
because I hate my own light.
I'm wearing myself down
though my spirit wants to roam;
these walls I built around myself
were never meant to be a home.

Sight is another spectrum
that I don't understand,
the wrong sensory input..
like tasting with my hands.
And this prison that was safe
is where I'm most alone
and the walls I've built around myself
is the place I call home.

ugh

just a while
just enough
to catch our falling breath

don't look
as i change
just promise
you'll still listen

if i change the tone
of my voice
it is only
to near the surface 

if i come out
looking worse
then hand me honesty
honestly

there are words
still left unsaid
before the clouds burst

and if it pours
you know
you can always, always
stay with me

time well spent

I'm spending my time
rediscovering myself in
all the spaces of you:

the round dent in my pillow,
my place on your lap,
the dip in my bed,
your hands on my back.

Combustion

Are you the hairs that stand
At attention on the back of my neck
When I experience the juxtaposition
Of language I never imagined?

Are you truth compounded
Upon truth birthing beauty
So much like the burning elements
Which bore our first brilliant stars?

Some fires just can’t be put out.

How bad does it hurt

to fall from that high cloud nine?

Comforting Silence

He didn't know he could write, but he can, and so beautifully. He wrote this for me after I told him his silence is comforting, using my shoulder and an index card while I dozed on his lap:

"This is true silence I suppose,

with shallow breaths,

lips sealed, and eyes closed.

I let you rest because I know your emotions are overthrown,

and to see peace in you, that angelic glow,

is the most comforting silence I have ever known."

I hope you all get to experience a moment as special and wonderful as that was.

P.S. you're amazing

STOP IT

there is something about your eyes
that infects my thoughts
as it searches for a spirit
that was purposefully lost

there is something about your smile
that on my walls pound
as it hunts for a heart
that refuses to be found

there is something about your being
that whispers to my pain
saying to my soul
you don’t have to hurt again