wet ground,
a flight on air,
feet cease to walk,
to stride, to jump.
higher, causing
a sigh, a tight breath,
away from the intolerance
of freedom.
eyes see closely
the tip of the sunrise,
the tides below are little
motions of feast and prance.
2018
Each drop,each fall,
these leaves from the
tall, agnostic trees,
are falling slowly
while February comes
in the rush of the
morning, and the lovers
don’t anticipate the cold.
2019
Sprinkles of mirth,
a dust of existence.
A formula endures a fix.
To remedy a wound
can equal a miracle.
2019
Two minutes,
and here I am staring at a
cursor blinking on this screen.
Recalling the rumors,
are they true?
Did I slander myself?
The words appear like
a sharp memory from
the past.
A day can go too swiftly,
but the pain has remained
hurting me.
2019
High on caffeine, morning blues.
We’re far from each other, my mind thinks of you.
Which secret is secret?
I don’t fret.
If you’re the destined one,
I’m not to be blamed.
2019
There’s something goin’ on
and on, and on like a bouncing
ball from the ping-pong table.
I’ve tried to be a better version
and truth is, all matters can’t turn
grey with you.
The color on my cheek pops
on a shade of pretty pink, sinking
you deeper on my knees.
Our heartbeats on red, remembering
the first time we’ve met. Oh, my eyes
like a shotgun aimed at you.
Bang! Bull’s eye and us.
An empty bench can never be
empty again.
2019
Like the bosom of a lover’s night.
There’s nothing failed nor compromised.
Though our eyes are heavy and dry,
we fall in a slumber of bliss and sigh.
2019
