One can afford
Another human
On this earth
Is to hear
Someone 
In grief
To listen
To speak
To love
To be present
A gift

Just holding
All the hurting 
Parts of myself
With no choice
But to let go

Smile
Write 
Sigh
Dream
Flight
Cry
Say goodbye
Like you do

A knitted jumper
Woven from ends
Made in two months
Unravelled by weekend 

Got a cloud sleeping on my tongue

Kiss the violets as they’re waking up

Tori Amos

Maybe a bright sandy beach
Is gonna bring you back..
Still, pretty good year

Tori Amos

Untouched by ravenous hands
Branch ages gently
Filigree lace paperwork 
Embraced by millipedes 
Lantern for sunlight
Beauty bone deep

Must I really choose?
I'd hoped for both
But I got the blues
Stories and sonnets
Don't say enough
Silence and sidelines 
Say all too much
Simple it seems 
To listening ears
I choose me over you
For the rest of my years

New bloom emerges
From the soil of broken leaf
Patient waiting brings

Dancing, the slightest
Touch of breath
Moves right through
Melting upon a thought
Burn on until midnight 
Or chill in the dark
A look, a spark
Two flames set apart
Naked as day fades
Adorning walls cast
Light of two souls
Colliding