turquoise on sand

i see it

i see so many things

my changing sky

azure, peach, violet

all the same moment 

your soft profile 

your sharp, dark hair 

green eyes, send shivers

your skin reflection

settles on mine

my bird, my peach 

let me see 

your mind, how it moves

how bright it is 

like turquoise on sand 

it stings, but doesn’t ruin everything

blue water

i draw from a well

i expect to dry up

it keeps giving,

when i return

i turn within

& enough is there 

even a drop.

hello smile,

it’s been a while.

hello deep breath,

i thought you left me

along with sleep

and simple thoughts

can i have a conversation

about nothing 

about weather. 

tell me how you’re feeling.

stop worrying about me.

i don’t have words for these things.

in the morning,

i see the orange silence

the foggy highway

sleepy drivers

steam from coffee

empty stomach

in the morning, 

thoughts are simple

but i still remember

and it stings

but doesn’t ruin everything.

silver bones

small frame

silver bones

a little sad

mostly strong

it’s been a long time

right? or was it yesterday.

was it last night. 

did it happen?

maybe not.

my body, my head,

my sadness says yes

my anger says fuck

my happy says well

atleast the sun rises

atleast i can sleep

and dream deep at night.

viridian blue

the first wave 

was viridian blue

a beautiful hue

it crushed my spirit 

pressed against my face

a kiss i didn’t want.

they’re growing too

yellow thoughts

bright and new

slow thoughts

gray or green

dull in the morning

quiet and sweet.

groggy eyes, sore feet

you told me you need

more space to breathe.

i push you

or do i pull

i find direction, distraction

i need space too

i need to fling off restraints

eliminate factors

rest from the push, the pull

the dance of the other. 

does my distance

just make you worry.

let go my honey.

i let go too. retract my claws.

they grab when im hungry. 

trust me, im still a wolf.

a tiger, leave me to hunt. 

i push you, or i stop.

please get up. or sit down.

please take what you want

walk out the door,

wander the greenhouse

follow your hunger

you’ll find new pages

clear the fog, the haze

you own the day

you’ll find yourself,

in tact, at the center

still bright green, growing

green blue blends

red, blurring glaze

orange poppies

dark soil, 

brown as coffee

weeds gather, 

they are beautiful

they’re growing too.