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is this my home?
spinning ‘round n round
going from high to low
and back ‘round again.

is this that place where a heart feels heard
and shoulders ease?
for far too long the tongue’s been tied
and the shoulders tense

from being left in the dark
because my stories don’t matter.
the voice has been shushed
and pushed into a corner steadily decaying.

do you hear me
as you untie my wrappings?
do you wish to pull out my stories
while uncovering my parts and pieces?

do you turn the lights on
and keep them shining,
to see all of me?
or do you take only what you need?

is this where I belong
or do I hide in the dark
to seek comfort and refuge
from a stranger’s company.

i would tell if you asked.
i would say so if only you took the chance.

The Looking Glass

the looking glass
possesses fragments of a view.
surrounding figures and forms
collapse as our fingertips meet.
yet, steady is the scene
encompassing pieces of you.

limbs undulate tenderly
with the slightest breeze.
wildflowers spread their seeds
dropping impressions
attempting to gain greater visibility.

such bits linger out of view,
boulders that were planted eons before,
torrential rains that flooded these plains
leaving ridges deep and wide.

yet, this singular slice,
the object of my heart’s deep affection,
is purely the only matter
that requires my line of direction.

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Cupcake Dreams


moonbeams and cupcake dreams.
sugar highs into the night.
we’re whispering nothings,
how our lives could be.

knowing the truth,
looking into your eyes
you are the moonlight
in my darkest of nights.

so, love, break my heart
into a thousand pieces
because all of my insides
are craving your sweet creamy filling.

This poem can also be found in Coffee Shop Sessions III: In the Arms of Love.

nous avons tout le temps

This poem has been revisited often in the past few months. The original poem can be found here: Nous Avons Tout Le Temps Pour Nous. This final version below can also be found in Coffee Shop Sessions III: In the Arms of Love.


in the crowded city streets
sinking further on a midsummer’s night,
flooding puddles inch higher
as tiny tragedies.

can i make it there in one piece
or will he see the disaster that is me?

reaching for the door,
i let out a ‘just breathe’
then gingerly step into the world
where we’ve arranged to meet.

will this turn out exactly how it should have been?
i still believe that timing is everything.

standing to greet me,
his butterflies swarm from first sight.
yet my nerves have rattled for hours
ever since i stepped onto the international flight.

our smiles start to ease
as we embrace the shared space.
so many questions begging for relief
but we’d rather sit and stare into each other’s face.

soaking up this anticipated moment,
we catch eyes between sips of our coffee & tea.
although he doesn’t believe in fate or destiny,
i know this was all meant to be.

i let him take his time,
process all the angles of view,
tell him we’ll start with all the things
we had planned to do.

and we will.
we have the time.
we have all the time.
we have all the time for us.

There’s something there…


say it was in the stars,
something supernatural led me to you.
say it was the moon
pulling my tides closer to you.

it’s something deeper
than a mere connection.
it’s something in the waiting
& it grows with our knowing.

you can’t put your finger on it.
there’s something there.
some will call it ‘love’
but it digs in so much further.

it’s in our details,
to the blissful silence
from a longing stare
deep into each other’s eyes.

it’s in the wanting
and never getting enough.
it’s in having someone who cares deeply;
nothing will ever change this feeling.

it’s in the way we don’t need to talk
but when we do
it sends signals
straight to our hearts.

it’s something we’ve never felt before.
a striking phenomenon.
how our hearts and thoughts run away with us.
for now, we’ll call it ‘love’ until we find a better word.

A rewrite from an earlier posting on June 6, 2020. Thanks for reading.

Breathe Again

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out of darkness
the night sky sparkles above

as a sailor’s friend reminds all
of its surrounding splendor.

the twinkling is the same as it’s always been
but brighter than we’ve allowed ourselves to see.

somewhere across the horizon,
underneath the same vast sky

you’ve been thinking of me
and at last, we can finally breathe.

*a rewrite from the original poem posted June 29, 2020

Meeting in Solitude

in a world forced into a hush,
our minds crave words spoken close.

our stories shared across time zones itch,
while inside we scream for release.

idly waiting for the tomorrows
when meetings will be filled with embraces,

we dream of kisses,
and we’ll read each other’s faces

and know exactly what it means,
not filled with frustration from a frozen screen.

we dream of soaking in moments
while delaying the tomorrows even further.

one day soon, we say, we’ll no longer meet in isolation
but gather with our loved ones.

we yearn to linger in the warmth,
the touch, the feeling of being close once again.

*a rewrite from the original poem posted May 2, 2020.

Eager Hearts in Waiting

we soak in the lines,

the words,

the pauses,

the curves,

in between breaths taken.

each one we know leads to the next,

each one we know we should linger in a little longer,

and yet we jump,

hearts eager, blindly leaping.