The First Time I Cussed
Someone once told me the most beautiful sight to behold is the rising sun, How like clockwork she lights up the sky in brilliant shades of red, orange, pink, indigo, blueThey swore they’ve never seen anything else so beautiful.I saw my first sunrise when I was 19, It was at 2 am on a Monday morning atop a hillI remember cursing for the first time“Goddamn, that’s beautiful”I imagine God probably...
Serendipity
I can’t tell exactly whenI realized I loved you.That home wasn’t a place anymore—It was a pair of arms,sleepy smiles,and messy hair.It all happened in a day.You were simply you,I was simply I—All of the suddenI looked at youand my soul whispered,“I Am Home” There is no where else for me to go,No where else for me to look.For whatever our souls are made of,They are one and the same.We. Are. Home...
Kaleidoscope Eyes
I started writing poetry at the age of 12Because I didn’t know how to put into wordsThe feeling I got when Mike from geometryTold me I was pretty.I wrote a haiku that day called “eyes”I don’t even remember what I wrote downWhat he looked like, If I replied.I just remember the tectonic plates of my heartSlowly merging to form mountains and oceans,I was on top of the world.Do you remember the fir...
eclipse
two bodies align and spiral delicately into one another’s embracenot one ounce of her power diminished, not one trace of his acquiesced no need for armor here, no need for anxious monitoringthey wander into the expanse of their communal mind, where they might co-create a tenacious image of bodily union lusting for that liminal fragment between space and time where appetite distracts from agony...