Dried Plumeria

 Dried plumeria blossoms littered the walkway on the path to the sea.

You had to dance fast or risk burning the bottoms of your feet. 

No matter.

It was all smiles and sunshine. Like lemonade pouring out of the blue sky and the kind of hope rekindled, the kind of hope one feels when they are 10 years old and it snows enough to cancel school. As though all of life were in front of you again. It was that sort of day. And it was a good one. A very good one.

Crabapples stripped and falling
out of
your hands
sun setting
over wild deer and our hearts
together.

Half Moon Rising

2:30 a.m.
the luminous half moon
yellow and present
is slipping up over the dark horizon
nocturnal reminder
that you and I are
half where I left you asleep
and half
where I am now without you
but finally
whole

"Some people work really hard to burn their bridges.  

You and I, we're working really hard to build them."

Safest Corner

I ran 

to the safest corner
of this wanderlust world

but
homesick for pines
dusted in late evening snow
returned

always wondering

why

then
in evergreens
weighted with silence

I found you waiting there too

To See

every time i step into the salty sea
blue water captivates eternally

but, oh, your ocean eyes
wash over
hold me down
drown
and set me free

 

This is all I can spare today, I'm definitely in a place where if I could sit long enough to write, it would be the meat picked off the bones...

Six city blocks upon my chest
I inhale
and remember that even air
and water
come with a price

#writeyourselfalive