01 07 13

I'll paint your portrait
all cheerful hues and broad strokes of smile
Bring your face to my hands
Let me thumb over it
To read your happy memories
like they are upturned mouth corners
Let me smooth those worried brows
And trace the outline of a story
Written in the falling star freckles of your skin

10 24 12

My toes are in the water.

And every time a wave kisses the shore

You kiss my toes

kiss toes

tip toe

further in waves twirl, you swirl

kiss my mouth, kiss my throat, kiss my lungs

hair and eyeballs wet with kisses

until I am kissing the seashore myself

I have not written anything in...way too long. It's strange.

I think it’s because when I write, I write from a very personal place.

And so sometimes I don’t know what to say, or how to say it, because sometimes feelings don’t have a name

And sometimes even if they do have a name, I am afraid to name them, or write them down, because then they have to be real and tangible. They aren’t feelings anymore, they’re words.

I really need to write.