I am alive

A large cushion chair between us

My eyelids low, holding in my water

my salt and lines,

mind impressions

You wiggle your way without trying

And I wonder who’d you call, if you needed something

If you would have ever, scrolled to mine

To whatever image is imprinted

You in a chair, so neatly

How I hold this in my hands, and hope someday it won’t sting so sweetly

I step out of bed, bursting roots from my toes

it burns and scorches, crawling out of my bones

Holds me in and down

Sucking in life, and feeling, what feels

like everything

under earth, dirt, rock, and molten fire

And I know I am alive

And I know

it is enough

Foreshadowing

The cups of coffee, and the dim lamp on my side
Up in the attic like a writer
In disguise
I am singing and dancing and loving in my mind
Glued to the chair, you’re so far behind

Oh the place’s we’ll go
If we only tried
Inertia, we say as if we were tied
Strings strings, were ever so light
-yarn wraps to iron blankets to hold me down at night

In dreams I swim and run and soar
Awake to remember the burdens I bore
Eyeballs  spinning under their covers
My mouth whispering her
Unrequited lovers

Tell me your stories 
Let me feast in your eyes
Unfold, unravel  masterful devise 
This pattern we’re weaving, so bold and bright
It dares not to follow, it dares only fight

Will you come when she calls you? When she is no longer asleep
When hearts made unbroken, when lands before leap
Ah but then you know , then you must see, indeed.

Of her ill-spoken words, such trickery in the velvet letters
That drip out and ball like mercury medals 

Write Yourself

'Write yourself'

I'm swerving,

Scribbling lines to feel real

unapologetically collapsing

I drank the cup I sang the rhymes

I held onto your dark water

covering, coveting

washing my sins

I want you condensed,

in my pores

your oil film down my sides  

bless me, make me whole

forgive my sinuous ways

Write yourself

You’re evaporating

Self Portrait

Holding up my charcoal hands
and bitter attempts of cleansing
Eyes, so I thought they could draw you
back, back into my heart

Singing rhymes of another mind’s choice
while pondering my reflection

Crude, my lines
smeared over yours
We pretend to rip these portraits
Baggage, you say
Stains, you see
a shadow on my canvas

Flowing water,
rise and fall
Take my heart, take it all

Ride out ripples, falls and quacks
Still I coalesce
Still I remain

hit refresh
taste my mountain spring, taste my freshly melted snow
You grow cold

You had me cupped in your palms, eager to fall down your esophagus
I didn’t need the river,
but you couldn’t swallow the impurities

You spin open-mouthed like a child
Catching raindrops of what could be

I’m rushing out to sea
over your rough stones, over your algae walls
Escaping circular currents and stagnant pools

I would have been anything for you
Would have changed my molecules

You think you’re free out in the changing air
Low pressure
But you caged your heart
Grounding your wings

leaving prints upstream
I’ll make a wish for you
on the reflection

in the dark, open water