Greeting

Free
So incredibly free
is a feeling so foreign,
so fearsome in its enormity
What do I do
What do I do

I never knew
the weight that rested on me
until I wrested it off
Where do I go
Where do I go

Now I know
My selves aligned
in joyous union
Yes
Yes
Hello me.
Hello.

Don't Worry

Drip drop
water edges above the rim
pushing upwards, resisting
before spilling over into what was empty
filling the shape of space
however it can
creating one void, to fill another.

Drip drop
valves leaking
creating one void to fill another.
my heart stops -
don't worry, it will revive again
its too alive to die right now
too living.
pushing upwards, spilling.

Drip drop
overflowing
just a little, these feelings
pushing upwards, resisting
trembling a little
on the edge
don't worry, I won't break
I'm too alive right now
too living.
the void as small as a glass
of water
even smaller now
receding.

Don't worry.

Poetic Bones

"i don't get poetry"
you say

as your fingers slowly trace
in rhythmic patterns
around my cheekbone
across my lips
along the jut of my hipbone
my pulse, gently beating
a thousand words per minute
the curvature of my lines
read back to you in
kinesthetic verse
geographic planes
translating metaphor into meaning

you smile and i skip a beat
the next line all forgotten
but you.

you.

drifting into the hazy dream of sleep

you, who think poetry a bit obscure
deciphers the rhyme and rhythm and reason in me
and i think you get it now

that aesthetic inquiry
expands the awareness

one
microcosm
at
a
time

unearths
the poetry
in all.