First Poems

first poem

Created from a single rib, to complete its creation and her body covers all of humanity yet her seed gets covered with soil.
Her gifts are many but many forget, only blooming with love and fully uncovers through character.

Caffeine vapor

Caffeine vapor billows
blowing with the raindrops
the ceiling says
my body wanders
to a part of nowhere
glowing like a warm air
as if it were true

The reflection of the latte under the yellow light
the foam forms a crescent
like the curve of your smiling eyes

Petrichor tonight is so foreign
because only the gentle wind
between your body is familiar to me

I begin

Cathedral at the end of night

The cathedral was still lit late at night 
dance music played faintly t
the drapes waved gently
the feet spun and floated
the silhouette danced gracefully
the silhouette grabbed a hand and spun
the silhouette spun in love late at night
the silhouette was alone
there was no hand to hold
there was no body to spin it in the air
but the music

Dance among the crashing waves

A dance among the crashing waves
The turbulent sea on the shore
Rolling with white sand
The fragility of a body in pieces
In footprints that have left behind
The wind blows on the waving strands
Like a dance in the shadows at the edge of the beach
When fingers clasp
The waves run
Clashing against towering rocks
Playing with dreams at the end of

Port at the end of room

If it's a harbor at the end of the beach
then just say my name in a whisper
like a boat going back and forth
within its sturdy walls

And if it's a house
then the door is cracked
even though it's battered by the wind

There's no hot tea there
let alone the lonely flower of eternity
only soft eyes that feel different

No,

Dirty shoe steps

Your shoes are getting shabby
over time and the story that has been spun
Do you still remember the drawing paper and brush?
I painted the colors that were dark at the time
Then we drew together
In flowing, abstract strokes

Ahh, I remember so well
The field across from our classroom
15 years old in the drizzle
The first piece of cake you

Ended in misery

The heat creeps into the empty fabric
only getting colder
inside the tightly closed gray jacket
no warmth of jokes and laughter
nor embraces that are increasingly glowing
please, close your eyes for a moment
let me kiss between your reddened eyelids
bitterness of isolation

And if it's tomorrow
take the time for a final greeting
when I'm still stuck at the end of the

Count 20

I'll run again at 20
If that's what you want
I can play in the rain on the asphalt
Without the soothing petrichor
If 20 minutes without your shadow ever existed
I'll cry my eyes out
Then laugh again
No longer able to use metaphors
In romantic stories
Sarcastic erases so much
Let's breathe a sigh of relief
We're no longer at the end of the

the cedar tree

bright …

a flash of light -
thunder clapped like cannons as
into the old tree
we scurried ...
the mouth of its little
hollowed-out gut, yawning like some
tired old man from a Dickens story ...
perhaps the chin of the
ghost of Jacob Marley, let loose in
horrid fashion from its jaw-
binding bandages ...

       ~ then found

first step

big jobs exhaust me
today I cleaned one table
one tiny first step

The Last Indulgence, Or Maybe The First?

I butter the toast as if it were a pardon,
its crust breaking under my knife
like a sealed envelope.

The coffee is bitter ink,
a confession cooling in its cup.
I swallow it fast,
as if speed could trick the executioner.

When I buy myself flowers
I imagine them lining a witness box:
petals trembling,
each one swearing I once existed.

I take long baths,
the

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My heart still waits where shadows fall,
For love that left yet owns it all.

Next Lifetime

My love,
I was loving you like the root of a sweet potato—
tied to the heart,
but never to the feelings.

Let’s meet again in another lifetime.
That time,
I’ll be the one to find you first,
and I’ll hold your hand
before the world can take you away.

Rapture

white light, blessed bliss
one light, tepid kiss
although your eyes are the prize,
it's those ruby lips i'll miss

rapt 'round in rapture
my heart you capture
your visage, casts vast visions,
of which, outlasts my stature

If a tree falls in the forest

If a tree falls in the forest, 

And nobody is there to hear it,

Does it even make a sound?


And if I'm screaming out for help, 

And nobody is ever going to listen,  

Did I even have a voice?

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