This is your country,
Running like tea
Across a map made of clear sky.

You are a bird here.
Your kingdom rests under
Gentle wings, soft feathers.

With blooms of deep hue,
Wine colored faces
Wait to greet your bright presence.

Aside from a few thousand miles and tattoos like a grocery list,
I’m still that girl breaking horse hair on cat gut.

Full of pizzicato that rises and rests I remember hot summer night sounds.
I miss staring into red suns behind black bare trees.

Running through dark alleys full of your curls we’d sing and cough with liquored smiles.
Put my notes in an envelope and send me off with your Sunday best.
Label it with Scotch and your cigarettes.

Let our life fade into the sea, winding through the surf.
I love who I was but this is not who I am.
Pressed into books half made and abandoned, my heart collects the film of glass.

I will keep treading water, inviting you to stay with the sharks I’ve come to know.
Bestill your landlocked mind and stretch your limbs into the sea.
With wind cool and strong, I scatter my thoughts in every direction.

I love missing you.

I am alive and surrounded by sleeplessness with this.

It may be foolish but I am a passionate woman.

My heart fills with many things and
when it’s overflowing with you I am alive.

Externally I am silent because internally I am exploding with joy to be near you.

Overwhelmed by these molecules I transform exponentially.

Watch me shake wild a concrete black cat to your waxing and waning heart while this sparkler love ignites.

These liquored lips are loose and take no excuse.

You change your reasons faster than seasons only to bare my reasons like oars.

I’m floating drunk and silly in this seasoned ocean, peppered with your eyes and salted by your skin.

Bear this in mind when your fear kills the time we have together:

This could last longer because you are the match to my flame burning these passions bright.

Let there be light.

The clouds today remind me of your skin.
Soft and folded, they're rich with chemical abuse.
Faded like your hair from one shade to the next.

These clouds are full, as big as your heart.
They stretch long and thin like your veins.
A heavy blanket and me waiting for your fall.
I'm holding you up thinking,
"Gravity don't do this to me."

With the slap of impact
I fight the sadness that's
Hit me through you.
I feel your pain deeper
Because you can't feel for yourself.

I'm sick of this mess like
You're sick of yourself.
Your touch is buried deep,
Like Sanskrit on cave walls.
After a night next to you,
Curled up and comfy,
It's hard to leave in the morning.

I hand out this pain via pamphlets
And now you don't know what to do.
As a religious prophet I am no longer welcome.
These white knuckled clouds are looking restless.

Searching for proof of life,
I want to reach up with a nice firm hold
And curl my fingers in hard.
That'd feel pretty nice in this ******* weather.

Tune in and welcome friend.
Wake up from a forgotten dream.
Turn that switch on in my brain.

Tread softly.
A refreshing breeze against my cheek.
A seedling gaining strength.
Fold this origami heart,
Creased by hands too shy to speak.
They are my own.
Precise and comfortable,
Measure and fold again.

Your wild blue scarf dances in the wind.
Golden threads reflect your intent.
Your spirit is the same shade,
Muted and ecstatic.
Tempting the blowing sand,
Yours is a gaze to remember.
Raven and unwavering.
A bravery I dare not interrupt.
I remind myself,
"Be bold Govinda, love is fierce."

The feeling I used to get
When I imagined our hearts
Secretly working together in sync.

I'd wear a gold dress with
Strappy high heels.
Blonde highlights in my
Wavy chin length curls.
We would laugh, smile, and
Drink our way through the night.

We would stumble from
One dive bar to the next,
Dancing and laughing in the back.
There would be night caps in
Charming old buildings with
Hardwood floors.

Vinyl records and wine
In mismatched glasses
Would keep us talking and warm.
It was a feeling of confidence that
I was your woman, and also
Free to be myself. Free to love.

Drunken rant,
Hiccup pant.
****** your sense of
Dance a prance.

Inner ears all flower reels,
Vibe an operator, steal.

Steakshift wife,
Breakneck life.
Beat down ****** lusted Christ.

Broken skin and ***** right,
Keep your shine girl
Smooth and bright.