My Fingertips touch
the Sky and stretch
so much
it hurts
My feet are glued
so strongly to the
ground
shoot roots so deep
into the Earth
that everything
inside of me

now melts

with no regrets.

He saw you there

blowing bubbles

all puckered

and closed eyed

as if you were about to

kiss some small strange

laughing saint

Only if he was

at the conception

of those bubbles to

feel your bated breath

like you were making

a wand out of

magic and broken

childhood dreams

You make a brown
girl blush
like I am carrying
apples in my cheeks
you've broken a
thousand spells
with those lips
kissing so sweet

I am the honey
you seek
when you are
tired and meek
perhaps dying in
your sleep

For I'd like to
return the favor
to invite you to savor

me

i thought about one thousand things
when lying with the sun
each thought a dampen cloud
each cloud a Tattooed fish with wings
of words red one by one.

two-hundred-twenty words of Dread
and sorrow bled drippy through the sky.
red tears of dreams unsung had spread
so blinding past their eyes.

the other seven-hundred-eighty
sought sun spots sealed so sweetly
such Skies in haiti these fishes seek
eyes pour out dried completely

they splatter across all over my face
i taste musicical patterns and poetry and maths
their nebulous purpose encased like Gifts
opened too slowly to lie still in place.