Poems

My blue ocean sadness. Kept from you, hidden from view. So I keep docking at the same port of hurt.

The warmth of your small body seeps through cracked exterior penetrates deep into this caked clay.

Your love wasn’t conditional – It was trapped inside a heart afraid to beat out loud. It was off in the distance.

The sand is raked perfectly into lines of dried ravines. Water in the tetsubin, ready for gyokuro.

Lying in bed. I kiss his lips. Trying to taste the ocean I was born into but he is not home. Not even close.

Sit, sip, start again, from when our moments were simple and sweet, like the people we ideally chose to become.

Its white wings spread wide against a crystal blue backdrop and I smile, knowing you are smiling, too

I ache to whisper the fullness of my heart, but can’t decode it swift enough to speak. It’s a foreign language.