Arizona

Staring out the car window. 

At 80 mph.
 Driving to yet another place
 I will eventually call home. 

Dreaming into the setting sun.

I feel the waves
start to flow over me.

Drink in the water. 

Breath it in.

Grief crashes in my lungs. 

Whirling in my chest
 around my heart.

In a few hours the tide will lower
and I'll be able to breath again. 

For now
 I'll choke on the pieces
 of this broken heart.  

Moon number 8

You
 are the moon.

 I tied a lasso,
 to catch you.
 Pull you close to me.

So close,
 tsunamis crash,
and nearly kill me.

You
rise the tide in me.
Rip me from the comfort
of my shores, into the depths of your passion.

You
are the melody I have been hearing since I was 5.
The one I heard
when I saw your curls bounce against your shoulders
and light shined through the strands.

I couldn’t name the tune
until I saw you.
When I heard your voice,
I knew.

You
are the song I have been humming
under my breath,
on the way to the car
to a scoop of my favorite ice cream with my mom.

You
are the natural disaster
that I have been reading about
in the papers;
on all the websites.

Destroy me.

I’ve been preparing for this moment
my whole life.

I want to be crushed
by the weight of your love,

Until I am one with the earth.

And what an honor
 that would be.

My friends are like magnets to me. 

I'm pulled to them. 

Wondering hands pulled to the napes of necks 

and small as of backs of all my friends. 

They twist in hair and locks tangle in the tips of my fingers. 

These strings of affection entwine and bind me to them. 

Smiles- long lasting, while eyes converse. No longer meeting but speaking intimately about the universe. 

No one is safe from my affections

I've embodied this intimacy and even still my transformation is not complete. I've been molting since I was 13. 

Benevolent blood brews in me. 

Bleeds and breathing in the intimacy 

Unconditionally. 

Bending and breaking the rules of society. 

My affections outstretch

And embrace. 

Beckoning me to bloom and blossom. 

My heart beats fluidity. 

Now you know how it works, how I function, 

What I see. 

Is this an illness or just me? 

Would I want to be cured from this unrelenting uncontrollable connectivity?

fooled again.

When I look at you

 I see a  love so big 

And I can’t swallow it 

Please nourish me love

I want to wrap my arms around it 

crawl deep inside it

I try to explain it, 

Every moment is poetic. 

I could write a verse about how you hold my hand

About how your eyelash shadows cast on your cheek bones

Every tear you shed in joy or pain..

 i feel drip through my veins.

Your eye contact is 

foreplay

More than contact

A fucking conversation. 

I tell you this truly

 i always want to lick your face.

To taste the beauty on my tongue
  LORD have mercy 

It’s a beauty i can’t digest. 

Singing that 
"hands are the organs of feeling"

Together in harmony.

I’ve been writing vows for you since we met.