April 1, Things We Carry

Title: Flight

Bags packed, hands interlocked
The weight we feel is love
Carried upon our shoulders
Hugs in the shower
Peppermint kisses
Wrapped up in the bag of toiletries. Next to the socks
Are pairs of egos pleated with arguments
Neatly folded apologies and make up sex
Forgiveness in the carryon
I like to keep 100mls of patience in the
Side pocket with the leather strap,
A little goes a long way.
And for each day, a bright smile
To change as frequent as underwear.
All we’ll need are the things we carry.

April is

Poetry month and National Autism Awareness Month.

I've been wearing my sky blue ribbon for Autism and I have participated in 30/30 poetry exercises.

I have 3/30 and will post them soon.

Alone

Fear of being alone,
She clutches her phone,
Staring at the blank screen,
Waiting for notifications to come.

Fear of being alone,
she makes the worst of her bad decisions,
Clinging to whom ever will stay the night.

Fear of being alone,
She never sleeps 'til dawn.
Darkness can be too real.

Open up

He could make you feel like poetry
if you gave him the chance.

Make your sugar that much sweeter
and your grass much greener.

He can turn your moments into songs and love into melodies

Fill you to the brim with
paintings of beauty only dreamt of.

He could bring your dreams into fruition
but you're too afraid to let him in.

I will fall in love

I will fall in love with an older man whose wisdom will be beyond my years.
His knowledge is immense and his experience is what I crave.
He will be my teacher and I am eager to learn.

I will fall in love with a younger man because he is still invincible.
The world is his to conquer and time is endless but of essence.
And this, I am eager to remember.

I will fall in love with a woman whose touch is gentle and heart is kind.
She is bursting with love and dripping with sweetness.
For her, I am eager to taste.

I will fall in love with a child whose laughter will warm my soul.
He is beaming with life, forgiveness and compassion.
It is he I am eager to mimic.

I will fall in love with a friend whose kindness will feel undeserved.
Whose love is unconditional and with whom I share many tears and laughs.
This, I am eager to accept.

Attributes of a Crush

I can steal glances at you from across the room
    But that can only suffice for a little.
I can chat with you for a moment or two
     But I will long for an hour.
I can dream of you, holding, kissing, sensing
     But as day draws anew I’ll awake blue
Because I’d have still not gotten to know you.

No.23

Soft lips
Warm fingertips
Embraces that linger.
I breathe you in
You sink deeper into me
We watch the waves roll back to sea.
Under warm light,
 Beneath satin sheets.