I am filled with kisses and dream washed wishes

two hearts skip over beats incomplete

symphony is their destiny

eyes too full of an accidental angle

builds  an arch of flesh that bridges

lips all blushed and blown

it is an ache

a fake Gloria

a shake of substance

that takes me away on

a wave of gentle sways

And I shall find you

Tucked inside

Of those most private of moments

You keep

Only for yourself

Hidden

Yet waiting

Just waiting to be found

You've left clues

Again

A map

As you busy yourself

In preparation

Ironing out your cresses

Mending the frays

Patching the worn

Translucent fabrics

Reinforcing clasps

That have been weakened

Twisted and deformed by

Holding on

To more than you were meant

Your hope

The busyness of your hands

Will hedge

The loneliness of your heart

So you're mindful to leave

The bits of thread and loose buttons

That have fallen

And the crumbs

A trail

And your voice

As it hums between bursts of song

Singing

"Come home, come home. You've been gone too long"

you are an unread map

and I'm starting to feel lost

there are too many rivers for my inexperience

but all I know is my hands are itching to travel them until I'm stranded in the bones of your wrist

your fingers curl around mine like driftwood branches and I'm starting to feel a little less lonely

I wish I could hike over the hills and planes of your back but I'm still finding myself ankle deep in the shallow pools of your collarbones

constellations map across your shoulders and I really want to run my fingers through the wildflowers blooming on your cheeks but I'm still wading my way through the canals in your cheekbones

your eyes are too deep of mahogany for me, like I'm standing in the middle of the redwood forest and I can't seem to find my way out

and here I am holding a half explored map, trying to find myself across the rest of it but I really wouldn't mind getting lost

I've read your works,

felt your words,

your soul underneath,

How beautiful it is.

Writing with

such eloquence,

must come

with a price

I'm sure you've seen

and lived alot

to write the things

you have thought.

But keep writing on!

Your words have so much

to offer this world.

one too many

missed steps,

two missed texts,

messed up a

friendship.

you "mistook" the

things we ranted,

but before,

we weren't to be

taken for granted.

"forgive and forget"

oh, but i cannot,

"forgive and regret"

that's more like it,

but i'll can it away.

otherwise,

i'll be weighed down,

drowned,

by the nagging feeling of

this unappealing mess.

for now,

i think we need

to take a banana split,

because things aren't

looking too sweet.

lately,

salt is the only thing

keeping me afloat.

but unlike evaporated water,

you won't me mist.

Behind every birth is a story to unfold

The choices we make is what takes us off road

We get back in our lane & continue this story

The people we meet become our life jury

Destiny is whats meant to be

These people in our lives are just temporary

Until we're settled & we know who we are

We'll walk this path & pray destiny ain't far

I've looked so hard for my destiny

& have yet to find him & who I'm going to be

I think I'm done searching for myself & you

I'll have a seat & wait for it to come at me too

You can't force life in the form you envision

Thats why destiny is our higher opposition

Let life play out so you won't end up in a ritz

Try to please others & you will feel unfit

Unfit in your own life & lost back off road

Still searching for the life he intended that specific mold

He gave us a life he gave us a destiny

Let the man work his magic its who he intended us to be