From the honest at heart

He told me to just write a word after another,

as if I were drawing them randomly from a bag,

so I did.

I find it hard to make meaning

out of the result, though.

I write poems I cannot love

murky verbs and nouns

cling to my wrists, 

I'm spurned by language that bears light.

Completeness

Since a very early age,

they told me that I was meant to serve,

that I would grow among people to heights

much beyond theirs but I should never forget 

where I came from - 

Use your strength in favor of the weak.

Learn to heal scratches.

Never get too attached.

I have taken names for the sake of true love,

I have cried reading over people's shoulders,

I have witnessed deaths and births,

I have been embraced.

I once fell in love with a man

who sat on the bench nearby and 

observed me for hours in silence.

His breathing around me felt like completeness.

(Written for a writing game with Matthew Temple)
(Note: the persona in this poem is a tree)

A space to disappear

Go for a swim in the deep waters
of your blue eyes to make friends with

the creatures living in your darkness
I know roughly nothing about you

but I have learned your waves
I have met your calm

when in a dream you came close
and gently touched my feet

leaving me on the sand
a space to disappear.

(To Matt)
(Shared with the Imaginary Garden)