Monday

 


today i wrote a note for the magnolia tree out front

and it went something like this: 

          beautiful magnolia, the way your branches dance

in the afternoon's bliss, s u n light       tangled within,

   how your pale bark    glistens in morning d e w and shines

once the moonlight awakens.     the way you rest your thin

branches to create lovely shadows on the l a w n , 

     (which i watch dance in the evening's sunset song)

with moss between your roots and the scent of   S p r i n g,

   I am grateful for you, a lovely nature KING.


Sunday




we met with lemon eyes 
and a good taste for men

she let me in, with a crooked grin.
   whereas she eats, the birds sing 
lullabies that send her off to sleep.
i can remember the first time she
called, i had just made tea
and rubbed honey all over my 
front door. 

from a warm hue- something 
between golden yellow and 
a lack of sleep, her beauty ate 
the atmosphere of the room 
and proved to us that time 
could melt, with the right kind 
of Jaded silk. 


if you let your tears water
years of no 
growth, Wednesdays turn 
to silk and my mind's ready
to be milked. giving up
on yourself, where your beauty
meets the eye.  beyond many
scraped knees and visions 
of the milky sky, there is
nowhere to begin. i can 
feel it more so in my skin.


   








Saturday

 a lifetime ago
a lifetime ago, i knew i'd have you, (a son)
wrapped around my cobwebbed heart,
your tiny fingers, curious and smart.
                                            following the sound.
i see the sun in your eyes 
                              and the moon at your fingertips. 
i promise to make the world as safe as silk for you.
and i will eat away all the sadness and confusion, just
for you.     all  i desire 
                          as an artist, as a lover, as your mother,
is for you to cherish this telling silence, 
find love in small spaces,
and  create a definition for your soul. 
                                            i promise you, 
a lifetime ago, i knew you'd me mine.
                                                   ( son )



should check out this pretty good album;)

 https://zouchpotato.bandcamp.com/

 
where the moths sleep
my heart breaks every time you leave the house. 
when my soul's eyes can't see you, when the light
isn't on. i love you like the months won't end and our 
summer nights turn into conversations 
only the bugs would have. eating our shadows 
for dinner on our sidewalk dates while
the garden silently fills in. 
 
i wish to be the elegant cattails
swaying with the breeze
taking nothing for granted
holding on to the sea
dainty and free