Poems

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.

But, here and now, I remember everything! My life seems abstract and surreal, but I am seeing it and hearing your words.

There is no elixir of life—no poultice or potion—that can compare to the rejuvenation of your love.

The smoke doesn’t choke me anymore. I took the hell you made for me and made it home…