Sunday, November 30, 2014

Doubting Thomas

You stretch my exactitude
by trying me under a hundred names.
I wonder which is your favorite.

Because the things you can touch
are the only things you can believe,
You question my nudity.

You doubt me with your heart
for you can't trust me with your skin,
too far apart for your hand in mine.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014


The nights I replace street lights
with your face,
there are too many clouds
for stars.

Yet, I carry my wishes and keys
in the same pocket.

There is a door to you
I cannot open.

Sunday, November 16, 2014


You unearth my flaws
like one digs the shore
for sea shells.

They take so much space
I lose my place inside you
for 6 months every year.

You do your stuff,
you walk your path,
you work out your issues
never letting them become ours.

This is how you've been
taught to believe yourself flawless.