Know that you are allowed the comfort of arms that you might not be able to hold on to forever- we all are.
– my anonymous catcher


Your skin talks to me
tells me stories
of blood heat
and scent
the whispering touch
from across a room
that pushes your pulse
into my veins
until I blaze
with your light.
Your skin is
a map of the universe
that scar as fixed
as the sun, your
rise and fall like
the tides spreading
salt crystals blinding
my eyes. Your skin contains
me and you alike, so
I can shed mine,
breathe only you,
lay my gaze
across your shoulders
like a silk cloak,
and trace with wonder
the stories written there.


I like
to have
time to
think of
I like
to sit
and think
and I
like to
think of
I like
to think
of when
you liked
to think
of me.
When you
liked me
as you
know I
like you
Still I like
sit and
still I
think and
still I
like you


I learned that even the worst times will end.  That after a day of struggling to breathe, there could still be a moment of stillness, and the beauty of a sunset could be the only thought in my head.  I learned to expect it, and wait for it, and rely on it.  When I was curled up on the floor unable to do anything, still there was room for a little voice saying “I know how this goes.  I’ll wait it out.  I don’t know how long it will take, but I can wait it out.”

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Before waking

In the seconds before waking each day
I think of you with joy
know we are connected
know we are together.
And I remember you are gone.
The crushed hope of the previous day
comes back, even while the hope for today
is forming. Knowing it’s doomed I birth it anyway.
I open my eyes each day
to a world blurred by tears
and my first breath is sticky with grief.