Often I am turning a compass in my hands, waiting for the arrow to point to where I belong. Then I watch the moonlight spilling from the sky, the ocean carrying it onward. And I wonder if the waves know they have the moon in their mouths, if they know the sky has been looking for them. #vss365

Autumn trees do not mourn their departed leaves Look how gently the branches open their hands How in love they must be to send kisses to the ground #vss365 #depart #blueskypoets #poetry #sunset #photography #orangesky #autumn

The sun conquers the horizon without lifting a single weapon. The Tūī sings the light back into the trees, and the trees— they keep their shadows. #vss365 #vssdaily #poetry #micropoetry #sunrise #ocean #conquer

I want my soul to be notified when the people I love are online with themselves. When they're awake at midnight scrolling their lover's mind like an archive. I want them to know they've gone viral in my heart one hundred times. #poetry ##poetsofbluesky ##writersofbluesky #vssdaily

I have been told to be #patient with my love but water has only ever known how to give itself away I want to arrive with my whole body kissing the shore #vss365 #micropoetry #ocean #photography #poetry #love #patience

"I want to refresh the feed of my mind. Have my attention span reset to the frequency of Earth's heartbeat, let my circadian rhythm unsubscribe from urgency and regulate itself with the blue light of the sky." -- excerpt from my piece "My Heart is an Algorithm" #vss365 #vssdaily #poet #poetry

"I am the courageous lutenist, strumming every beat of my fiery heart, the strings of a song that bring me back to my own life." -- excerpt from my piece "The Courageous Lutenist" #vss365 ##vssdaily #poetry #poetsofbluesky

Blood on my hands from brushing against your thorns. In the dark, you swore you bloomed. I mistook it for art. *** I bloomed in your ruin. Why did you kiss my pulse? to conjure ghosts in my chest— only to haunt me? #micropoetry #poetry #blueskypoets #micropoem #bloom #poetrycommunity

Every way I've loved begins with words pressed softly into my palm— petals folding open the flow of emotion to wrap themselves around another's heart. Somehow they always end in fallen tears etching rivers carving out banks no language can cross— where once a name bloomed on the edge of lips.

A quiet hum, rusts my bones. Creaking rib cage, exhaling soft #noise, fills the void of my throat catching still air, with words unsaid— I love you I love you I love you Is it enough to be held in this quiet? Suspended hearts beat, between the desolation, calling our names— I love you. #vss365

Love and death grow in an orchard Picked from the same basket Barefoot in the soil Reach to kiss a sweet apple Cut it open—the core is rotten, a worm unfurls The blackbird swoops to grasp its tail I felt death on its wings and it sang a prayer— Bury it beside thyme Sweet apple of #death #vss365

I sometimes wonder why you chose my heart it requires more tenderness than others to keep the love flowing it requires water from the depth of you smile at me with your dawn light I so adore you 'til death if you let me for life if you breathe me for sure if you believe in me #vss365

There's a slow and steady pull that lingers beneath my skin, like a #thread that weaves the edges of a dream. When my fingers trace the spine of a book, I wonder if you've read it— and I feel it fray when we forget where it started, pulled to a forgotten place, tethered without knowing why. #vss365

Her hands were velveteen, and they brushed my skin like an old secret. It made me wonder how things become real, how years of use had not worn her tenderness. She wrapped me in the woven softness of glances and promises, and we bathed in the shadow of something unreachable. #vss365 #velveteen #vss

I walked through gossamer fields and let my fingers run over silk. I think we spun here once. Do you remember when our bodies twirled? The sky split open, and we pulled at its edges. We felt it drift across our skin. We spun ourselves into the fabric, unraveling what we were. #vss365 #gossamer

the sun reaches new heights and there is spring in my step the soil softens and speaks the word desire & it's like I'm on the way to see you everywhere I go & the way you lighten my heart is in the fluttering and flittering chirping and twittering & the grass like your eyes deep & green #vss365

What is so insatiable about desire when the mere existence of you unfolds like poetry in motion? When the thought of our ache stirs a tempest in my heart? I have not felt your touch, yet my soul has memory of you. It cannot be insatiable when your unspoken presence settles within me. #vss365

Desire— Writhes when distance calls my soul casts itself willingly adrift my body knows I am in search of you Desire— Twists itself into obsession my hands seize its wrath my heart devours the distance Desire— Lends itself to devotion passion transcends purpose longing is the offering. #vss365

#Inspiration drips from your fingertips, steeped into the nape of my neck. A touch—enough, it sparks a thousand wildfires— love, so divine, tides to quell them. When smoke rises from my breath, it meets the wind in kindred spirit— return me home to you, the origin of dreams. #vss365 #poet

written in honey written in flame in confession in tribute in catharsis in necessity the inspiration you imbue me with the constancy of you the light in your eyes the motion of your hips in this voice or my other another verse the same ache #vss365 #inspiration

I like to think we are entangled in infinity, for as long as you exist, I have lived. And when we are apart, we are not bound by distance or time. Your essence orbits, a celestial body circling my soul. You grow in my bones, and build our home in the marrow of me. I could never forget you. #vss365

Your love makes me feel guilty Sinner's breath washes over me I bathe in self-righteousness Your love makes me feel guilty A ritual of sensuality I soak in intensity Your love makes me feel guilty Fingers like a hot iron brand my heart Flames ignite in my chest For guilt is an unholy fire #vss365

My skin feels unfamiliar Wrapped in wallpaper Peeling at the corners Threatening to bare weary bones I pick at the edges Unearthing my foundation She is draped in ivy Coiling around my heart I could bloom tears like morning dew Let vines unfurl through my mouth Swallowed by the roots #vss365

My reflection lays refracted, distorted shards, jagged pieces, in ruins. It's mist that clouds, curling thick. It's thunder that roars, deafening sound. It's fire that ravaged, set ablaze. My reflection, it's refracted, it's myopic. #vss365 #myopic #poet #vssdaily

I wish so badly to echo the sound of silver hum. Sleek and slender, deliciously draped in curvaceous sound. Swirling ruby beads, twinkle in the sun- See the way light dances through the air. I send chimes into the wind. Do you hear them calling? #vss365 #chimes #vss #poet

i hear exquisitely crafted chimes caressed by a delicate wind i hear nightingale song the lone sound at a crisp and clear dawn i hear divinely conceived concertos i hear the motion of ocean waves i would swap them all to hear one contented sigh pass your lips #vss365 #chime

If I could tuck my thoughts, neatly nestled in my chest, my hands would tangle, twisting in knots. At the thought of loss, so thick it pools, weighted pain sinks the heart- it pounds in waves, binded by you. Threads slip on by, too tangled to untie. #vss365 #rigmarole

Water moves in silence, Stillness gathers in glassy swirls. The sky reflects its grey hue, and nothing stirs beneath. As it rises, the wind whips ripples through the air- A snagged twig falls and catches breath, Pushing waves against the #weir, imploring for release. #vss365 #vssdaily

Do you think if we lay among the #copse, we would slowly melt into the pine? Our breath casts frost; we feel it seep into our lungs. Fingers linger in dance, reaching for the swirling motion of trees swaying in reverence. We pine for reprieve- to lay in spring. #vss365 #vss #poet #writer

If love is fleeting, It should surely fade. Yet I reach for unfamiliar hands, press them into my chest, entwined we spiral, folding like paper cranes. Love has memory- It lingers in creases. Touch is borrowed, edges unfurl, and love folds inward. #vss365 #poet #vssdaily #involution