{poem + story} kiss on the wrist.

{poem + story} kiss on the wrist.

ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bed and tie the bottom corners to my ankles how i feel the fading, the silk, and the sweet scent of the deepening how morning shadows can stretch us, re-shape us, twist us, even tangle us but never break...
{poem + story} he steps into the sea.

{poem + story} he steps into the sea.

he steps into the sea                        of course he is beautiful, of course                        i am afraid of the way keeping him a secret makes loving himinevitable i try to convince myselfthat the sun shining in the middle of our nightisn’t shining...