My heart, flooded with
You; I find it rains
Even in the barren desert

Drown me in your silence

Take the words from my mouth. They are yours, anyhow. They never did me any good, anyway.

They fill me, they clog up my head and my heart. They choke me when I desperately need to breathe. They are never there when I need them the most; they never follow what I mean. They fall out of my mouth, haphazardly; pretentious and full of hot air.
All these words float around, defining life and love; and I don't understand. What good does it do me to purge myself of them when we both know that I will never be free of them?
What use is it to let them spill out of me like so much blood?

To what end, to what grave heights shall I follow them; only to be carried away, over the edge. Torn apart by the very things that I thought might save me.

Take these words from my mouth, those words that dam my heart, that hide behind my eyes. Take them, transform them into something beautiful, meaningful.
Use them like I let you use me- wantonly, willingly, heartlessly, and belying a carefulness that shines a light into the blackest depths.

Take my words and let them open up what we both have closed off inside ourselves long before we knew what to name things.

Gravitational Pull

It was always just pieces. I'm not trying to recreate an old picture; only, always seeing with new eyes a whole universe.

What Will Guide You?

If I was brave I'd take myself into the desert for several days; not to find myself, but to let go, listen and reconnect.

Come Again

I saw you leaning against yourself as though it was the most solid pillar in the world.