Unbutton time to her body of light,
Can you hear me now?
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Short and Sweet
I wish I hadn’t, but I’m glad that I did -
I couldn’t trust your truths.
If it matters to matter,
Your grain of sand is always a jewel to me.
Light freckling in branches and breezes
Do you know how to pray?
This is how I say amen -
One foot in front of the other.
That’s what I love most about art. There is truth with no answers. It’s all in the seeking.
Abacus rings on the maples
Wishing years would just unwind
Sweet world and sun tea
Growing one in kind
Everything is forever,
if just a little piece.
I don’t know how to write beautiful things anymore
I chase ghosts in hopes of handing them the dark
They need it more than I do,
It’s the only way they’re seen.
Heaven knows how far we’ve come
From headlights blinking through deep dark pines
Sing me straight to unfinished
And leave me there
Where love and lilting sentences run on
If the dictionary could speak,
I don’t think the words would be in order.
The moon hangs in clouds soft as birthday candle breath
Breath hangs in the air lingering on hope to return to the warmth of my chest
You can tell the world what I wished for,
It has already come true.
Clad in ferocious domesticity
She will care so hard it blisters her soul
Knowing full well the calluses
Make it hard to call herself "pretty"
Daydreams slip from your fists like pennies
Dripping copper sunbeams to light
The places you first forgot
When did your lamplight leave my skyline?
All the trees died in the lightning
Even the ones shouldering green
And we met in the valley
Where I lost you
In-between
When I was a child I would sing to you
I'd climb up to the wooden rope swing in the old oak tree sheltering the tiger lily meadow
My hymns and summered legs keeping time to your beating heart
Acorn, lavender, and molasses moonshine
Confetti down from the branches you cradle
Summered soles on warm tar
You can be daytime tomorrow
Let me hold you while they sleep.
Shush the tiptoe second hand on your watch
For the way my heart beats on the off-beat
On the off-chance that these holes, all along
Were the seams of your stars
I want to buy you a cup of coffee on your best and worst days, write you notes and leave them scattered around your house, show up on your porch in the pouring rain with my ukulele just to say hello, send you postcards brimming with adventures and run away with you for weekends with no maps. I want to love you in a litany of little things.
I love mornings best, I think. I love the coffee sips and the precocious weight of an empty day.
I will send you these words until the day I die
Then I will paint them in the sky.