January 16, 2020

look close to see
invisible footprints
in the cement

January 14, 2020

pomegranate seeds
tasting sunlight for the first time
our hearts are green

copper sunset
burns into the water’s edge
language has spoken

dandelions dance
upon apocalyptic dirt
balanced gravity

breaking open
walnuts lay in dying grass
palms turned up

seducing full moons
baptized skin breathes the night wind
snow doesn’t fall here

gone
the flame lured me
into obsidian