Wild tender beings

dandelion seeds blowing

To sacred spaces



That kind if intamacy

That builds

When you sleep in the same space

Share the same work

Learn together

The type of intimacy that builds

When you know each other

At your most vulnerable

At your most desperate

At a time when you are

Figuring it all out

That’s what I hold on to


Part 1

Trying to live a

Softer life, speaking gentle

erasing trauma

Part II

Holding close my love

Of soothing hurt with flowers

Blooming healing balm

Part III

So that they may know

An innocence, a freedom

To pass on instead

Part IV

Although we do not

Forget, we set them free of

The bonds of that pain

Those Places

Do you have those places that mean so much to you,

That you can’t even visit

You can’t even think about

Without your heart filling with

A love

So big

So grand

That it swells and wraps

It’s arms

Around you as you smile and let

That feeling take over your heart

Do you have those places?

Brothers and Sisters

They may have had

Crap parents

But they know about

Sibling love

The kind that

Teaches you kindness

And Goodness

The kind that always

Has a place for you

They know about that

Kind of love

That does not

Let them down

And teaches them

To love and live

A life worth

Living for

They will always know

About that kind of love

I liked, I loved

I liked a man, he didn’t like me back

I loved a man, he didn’t love me back

I liked myself, I liked myself back

It took a while but

I love me, and I love myself back

I thought I was broken


Love and like never mean broken

They mean capable of

Love and like again and again

Until it fits