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.

   

 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

 

i feel bad for him
i met him while words
were falling out 
   my mouth
upside down and colorful

   murky and rough
and he still 
        loves me

 
living up on the hill
   the winds roar.
grass blades move as one.
as if it were the angry sea,
an ocean wave,
running fast across the grass.
back and forth, back and forth.
one might say,
                  "the wind is 
           too much"
but honestly, i love watching
                the grass dance angry
because of the roaring winds.