Gold

It’s

been

a

while

since

I wanted

to hold

someone’s

hand

wanted to

hold them

in my arms

and sketch

their face,

their smile

melting

into memory

each time

I paint it on

feels like

I’ve struck gold

I want to keep on

digging.

 

June 2, 2016

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my love for you

in a world

of gods

and loves

and ashes,

all I can hope for

is for mine to be

pure gold…

love tracing

down

our backs,

marking a code

of innocence–

this moment

startled me,

but the love

I have for you,

or had–

it startled me more.

 

August 2, 2015

The Return

The

extraordinary

powers

of letting go,

magic

of feeling pen

on paper skin–

we are all

cut out dolls

made with razor sharp scissors

let me

let go

and make my art the way I want to.

 

I will whisper away

those sad navy blues

and caress them with specks of gold

found only at the bottom of the ocean–

a place

where all artists can drop their ink

and return

home.

 

December 4, 2015