Monday, March 14, 2016

Life

All my leaves have
fallen at my feet,
a tree
dry and brittle
but there are nests
in these branches,
proof that life 
is merely a season
                       away. 

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Untitled (Intentionally)

Can I take your insecurities
and fuck them
how they were meant to be?
Can I use them up
until they shiver? They can
tell me to stop 
but not mean it. 
They can scratch against
my back - I'll like it. 
I will elicit a response
and cradle your 
I wish I was better 
until it comes out of you 
and into me. Let me taste
your inner hesitancy. Let me
digest it into something else,
like a better sense of self,
like a fuller version of me.