We walk along the shoreline
I pick up seashells looking for the perfect one.
I tell you I’m looking for the prettiest one
But really I just want another memento
to remember you by
when I’m alone in my room
late at night and in need
of an extra little piece of you.
-Sept 2017
I could kiss you all day long
but I never want to kiss you goodbye.
We could spend the whole day together
or the whole week but when it’s time to leave
it’s like we were never together long enough.
Just another minute or hour, I plead.
Tell me I’ll see you again later this week.
-Sept 2017
I worry that my eagerness might scare you away
that I’ll jinx us by believing in a future so blindly
or play the fool once again, falling alone
ignoring any rough waters saying I should have known
better by now, but I’m willing to make a deal.
I’ll be a fool for you if you’ll be the same for me
Trust in me, and us, to expose every depth of you.
Swim in me and my waves of acceptance will gently carry you.
I will let your light explore every darkness I fear lurks within me.
I’ll be home to you and you’ll be home to me.
-Sept 2017
I have responsibilities and chores to do
but my mind keeps bringing me back to you
like the ocean always returning to the shore.
You come over and lie in my bed,
vulnerable only when you choose.
Experience has taught you, you cannot be kept safe
under anyone’s care but your own.
You leave before the Midnight Moon or I can tuck you in.
I have a tendency to run from arms that are stretched open
for me. A tendency to think when people take
an interest in me, they only mean to pry me open with an oyster knife and leave
me empty. Your past has taught you that anyone can leave if they want to try.
So you don’t pry and you don’t ask why, but you always stay
Yet still, we keep each other at an oar’s length distance,
afraid that our pasts will crash against our lifeboats once more.
Topaz worries and indigo insecurities make me heavy and drag me down to drown.
Sand isn’t stable ground to rely on, but even concrete can crack.
We all have flaws and if you think too long, all you will notice is what we lack.
I don’t know much, but I know I want to go swimming with you.
-November 2015
