When Love is Free

I’m still mesmerized By the patience living in your hands As you gently untie the knots Braided into my chest Once living like stagnancy Then freed With the grace they’re soaked in I watch you sip on all the light attached And I’m still awed By how you make medicine Out of the liberation Like…

The Weight of a Thousand Bullets

I crave that lingering taste of metal Different from the salty metallic taste of blood But I bite the insides of my cheeks anyway Anything that will be reminiscent Of that feeling when the barrels on my tongue I know I’d never held a gun But my finger finds a home on the trigger far…

How Precious I Am

I remember exactly how many stars Were still floating in the sky that morning And I could count how many moons ago With every knick in my nails I think it’s my favorite story When I finally learned how precious I was I was using the earth as my bed And the morning dew as…

Our Bed of Wildflowers

The drops of wisdom Hiding in the corners of your eyes Teach me As they fall upon these forests we’ve cultivated Oh how you’ve welcomed all the seeds I’ve sown All the stretches I’ve set ablaze All the storms I’ve called in to uproot its beauty All the pain decomposing now beneath its growth And…

Sisterhood

Beyond these five brilliant senses Something visibly invisible Intangibly tangible The chords that connect us Like the lace of our fingers Unbreakable With feet buried in wet soil Atop the greenest mountain peaks We’ve climbed In the face of the world in front of us Awe spun fractals of the thousand lives behind us And…

Duality

Can you appreciate these lips For the way they gently melt the tension between your eyes And curve into the biggest brightest smile you’ve ever seen But also spew fire so passionate That the words are covered in soot and ash Born out of the tips of scorching purple flames And burnt into embossed minds…

The Sun in My Voice

A thousand suns I have watched them all fall Then rise again And I have tasted each one The sour sweet flavor of healing In search of light I ask myself if I’m finally ready to be heard I hold these prisms to my eyes And I find myself consumed in infinite reflection But all…

Disease: Expressionistic Love

You tell me to love myself there The place where disease has met the tissues of my temple But how can I love a war That is destroying the very home in which I live? Dark circles decorated with salt water I lay A pen in my grasp And an empty notebook beside me Each…