Category: scraps

Yearn

On bright September mornings you will hold me by the shoulders and I will hold your hands,
your gaze.
The air will be apple fresh and then succumb to haze.

I do not miss you yet but when I find you I will surround you with light
We are for one another.

Spine cradle
My very own fable

Giving me a secret to smile about.

september

Being alone in september is the most perfect way to be. Just decay into the soil. Rub it up your wrists, your forearms. Rub it on your eyes. Don’t dream or nightmare. Just be alone on foggy mornings and feel the air through the cotton on your chest. Now breathe, leave your eyes open wide. It’s okay now, the summer’s over,
it’s time for things to die.