A broken soul weeps,  
Laughing, twirling in the dark,  
Beneath the cold stars,  
The bleeding heavens whisper,  
Tales of sorrow and of grace.

An unlit candle,
a matchstick, waiting in vain—
neither will ignite,
unless one strikes the other,
shadows linger, dim and cold.

dough in the oven
and a lover with their past
— these things won't rise if
you keep opening it up
digging it, calling them out

things I left unsaid
walks the plank that is my
tongue, but they won't jump
and now roam my mouth — ghosts with
a LIFE more DEAD than ALIVE

every time you get
your heart broken, gather the
pieces, collect each
tile — SHARP ENOUGH to CUT — and
make a beautiful mosaic

Your intense feelings
Tucked tightly against your heart
Fiercely held by you
Exactly where and how
I want to be

Spring peepers peeping
Nature spins life from chaos
Even deserts bloom
Its threads pull us together
Love growing a tapestry

I'd like to take your
glasses off someday, and set
them on a table
then I'll lean forward, as slow
as the way
                        you
             stir
                        your
             cup