dandelion.

“How is it that you’re so strong?”
A laugh escapes my lips
dancing like a wisp

A hundred eyes watch me
a thousand hands reach
reach

I wish I was a dandelion
blown into an invisible draft
free to run, to fly

a soaring bird, never ever
putting a foot down onto the lush,
plentiful earth.

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Honey lips

One last word
One last moment
you said

your breath painting
a spectrum of fireworks
in the dark, dark sky.

Your lips brushed
mine
like morning dew

with a hint of day
and the brilliance of
stars
of honey.

Dream.

Looking back
it
never mattered anyway

If your sparks grew into a fire
or were put out
when fanned;

You
were the northern lights
and I was the north star,

baffled
by your outrageous glow as you danced
before my eyes.

 Closer, I thought, closer

Yet
I couldn’t help
but drown in the distance between us.

Won’t you stay a while with me?

Your laughter
slips
through my fingers like sand,

scattered
like soft petals
in the wind.

Slumber

Like the rolling waves
you washed ashore
You laugh
like a torrent of droplets on yellow brown leaves

Dragging fragments back into the deep blue
           My fragments–

disappeared like dust blown into spring’s breeze
Scattered
and laid to rest in the deep sea.

 

 

Who

Like the night swallows the day,
your light corrodes my heart.

It withers like the pages of an ancient novel,

your touch scattering
a field of dandelions in the chilly black.

Like snow

White cotton falls from the sky

I chase after them with pale fingers

Like tall grass dancing in the wind.

 

They rest on my hand like the tears of summer,

And like you,

 

Disappear with the gentleness of a passing breeze

Of dried red autum leaves

leaving no trace but that on my heart.

I wish

I wish I was a cloud

Drifting to you whenever

Wherever

 

I would take the form of rain

And comfort you by caressing your cheeks

I would block the rays

From your peace as you smile in your sleep

 

I would fill the empty glass

With my tears to quench your thirst

 

And when you look at me and frown

I would disappear as mist

As the orange blossom of the setting sun.