Fika

I am exhausted

with convincing myself

that that the content of this black tea

will be enough to sustain my day

or even that one cup

of you is enough.

Be something more

than my morning coffee

like the bitter-sweetness

of the early afternoon

accompanied with deep breaths,

the type that you take

when you finally feel content.

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. 

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. 

Trust Falls

It is the most 

frightening trust fall:

being surrounded

by trees that shade

with resentment,

poison ivy crawling

up satin like sheltering,

cold nights spent

in my own skin.

I have been falling 

into myself, wondering

the moment my strength

cannot catch me. 

Light Me

Chemistry is

a book of matches. 

Friction 

creates a flame

that only lasts 

until a breath too heavy.

But what can light me

that is not temporary?