do you speak silence?

it takes a lot to handle me

a certain mix of fragile strength and courage is required

for I am an a cappella song echoing through the walls

the knock on the door at midnight after you’ve turned off the lights

a sunset on fire and water crashing on the shore wrapped up in

the stillness of a starry sky

the undulating hips on the dance floor

the voice speaking to flowers in vases

the body smoking nude on the grass

The hand, writing

lips red when everyone else’s are bare

eyes staring

still wide open and curious for the unknown.


Time tick-tocks its way into another tomorrow

and it gets more and more difficult

to find someone who will learn my silences

and speak within them.

and you?

been spending more time than usual

listening to the familiar,

coming home to myself,

healing the scabs instead of picking at them;

been keeping my words on lips

and lined pages,  been investing

in the power of my lungs and strength

of my heart;

been keeping my tears safe

and my mind wild,

been living the love I have yet to have

and holding on to the hope that everything that’s been

just precedes even better days.


the pair of hands I need

how to trust new hands when every pair in the past reached towards you, compelling you to let go, but failed to hold on when you finally fell?

I need hands that don’t retract out of fear,

hands with strength to hold the weight of my heart,

hands that touch my soul as much as my skin,

hands that stay, hands that are warm, hands that linger in the right space between lust and love,

hands that care,

hands that speak without needing any help from lips,

hands with purpose,

fighting hands that know what they want and can tell when they find it,

hands not afraid to reach for the unknown with me,

hands that never look back or too far forward,

hands that are present to hold and love me the only way the right pair of hands can.