I Hope I’m Still Here

I know you left out of self preservation I know I’m not a mere spark I’m a raging hellfireAll consumingAll the time You had to save yourselfBefore turning to ashA pillar of saltAnd mourning What you don’t knowIs I’m also Joy I’m your happiness incarnateAll inspiringAll the time We could have saved each other. You’ll never know thatMyContinue reading “I Hope I’m Still Here”

Muse

For days I triedTo decideWhich part of you to write about firstCan one poem hold all of you?Can a thousand? Your essence is untouchableYou’re calm, funny, and trueYour long dark beardOr the height of your muscular masculine body isn’t what defines you(I want to press my small hands against you) Emerald greenAnd stormy sky blue(tingedContinue reading “Muse”

Your hands know me

They so rarely stutter across my thighs, as you drag your fingers like paint, every bit of me is coloured with you and your rooted musky scent. Your lips never have to search long, my brown skin will guide your way. Breathe me in, press me in, before my body leaves, astray. I  need youContinue reading “Your hands know me”