drum life into moments
in the hope you’ll know it
when you see it

“Through Trees”

What do you see?

through the trees,
beneath a black sky,
nestled in every forest
grove at once –
a burning little insect
of hope, pure beating wings
a thousand times a breath.
It hungers and hopes
like we hunger and hope.

i’m afraid.


I hope;

 to turn tempting fingertips drawn against my temples
 waiting for her touch – it sparks and changes everything
 I’ve ever loved – it’s naught beneath the grasp of her.

I love

 all the masks I donned in fast-paced attempts to please
 craving release in the form of a softly curving pair of lips
 to smile and cut away the pain like a surgeon’s knife.

You’ll know
 all the love I can bring to bear
 in all the memories I have
 but you don’t.