vestiges of trees
you peek over the grapes to
are we not of space?
vestiges of trees
you peek over the grapes to
are we not of space?
The structure of you
pull me to that single point
I grew it for you
when you submerge, keep
to each other, back and forth
hope for unity
so precious is now
that draw you in; and call you
propagating good
black, soft, powder stick
painted for you — offering
beautiful — complex
sine waves in the clouds
almost as if you desire
quiet etched in time
you just know how to
within a rose’s petals
your smile — a delight
fog again today
to put a thought of peace here
hummingbird defense
we live in these loops
like folded origami?
centuries of flow
a vector on wind
looking down, your tender roots
clouds splash on my feet
you reach for the moon
strands of kindness, grace, and love
preparing to bloom
I feel all the strands
chaotic origami
tulips melt petals
wake up to a hug
contemplating reflection
while reflecting sky
the ease to forget
on the surface of the depths
good morning Glory
I stumbled upon
you are like honey and light
only roots remain
I glanced at you — there
chaotic origami
it is my function
could this day just be
you yell and fight over it
as the last leaves fall
our feathers tell us
the light of the sun and moon
only roots remain
the death of my friends
the dunes of me — parallel
breathe out compassion
so many curves here
holding sky with tangled limbs
my soul blows kisses