Vices

When I exhale the smoke

I try to imagine 

that I am          releasing

parts of you that I've breathed 

in. I wish the scent didn't linger. 

There's nothing worse 

than the staleness in my hair 

to remind me that the calm was only temporary. The sweet taste 

on my lips is dismissed when 

I am sick for more

only to find you 

have become         aloof. 

A Weed Or A Flower

I am unsure

whether to fear

all of the miles

or all of the feelings

that fill them. 

I am almost sure 

that this long distance

has fertilized

empty fields from 

here to there. 

Look at the space 

half way between

and I am sure

we will see

blossoming. 

Beach Walks

You are like a sea

shell I once found

on a lonely beach walk. 

It was half buried in wet

sand and after it was

uncovered I could see 

the rigid side. But I

discovered that when I 

put my lips close

to blow away remaining 

dust I could see all its colors. 

I understood that even 

empty and broken ones

are beautiful. 

Sun

We rejoice

at the sunshine 

like it is our god

delivering us from

evil. We never 

recognize the 

shadows the light

assists in making. 

River

There's a blue protruding 

vein on her upper left arm

that resembles a large river

line on a map. It makes sense

since she is often a body

of water others glide over

to get somewhere else

or dried ink people 

trace with overworked fingers

while they think of all the places

they would rather be.