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. 

 

flourish him.
full bloom.
water his soul
and you will see.
what an 
immaculate
bouquet of 
flowers 
which fall
from 
his 
eyes.

 

poem

unkept weeds grow between  fragile pieces of my body.
        time slips fast, like water in a still pond.
everywhere i go silhouettes of you remind me 
of that biter summer air. taste of milkweeds 

and brown sunflowers linger on my tainted    tongue.

    our laughter twisted high into the milky clouds.
places our fingers first met, where we used to dance 

below a pale moon. the song of the crickets 

would fill the humid night as our eyes 

would fall further into one another.
   as years turn into centuries, my rose heart 

would begin to crumble
   and it was always you who would come back to 

pick up the shattered pieces in the dead of winter. 

where nothing speaks and our still pond has 

iced over, scattered with fallen 

acorns and the weak shine of the January sun.
       i have always loved you 

as if you were mine 

and the sons of Spring 

                    were our children.

                Queen Of Crows