what is always exposed.

your unsaid words lay on the table like stapler pins unattractive, prickly i can tell that you try to hide them but it hurts you as well i can sense your discomfort as you erase your traces trying too hard sometimes to please and yet always smiling to only hide what reasons do you keep?…

shoots.

tender ripples trip me over your shadows a far away light flickers like a candle afraid of your darkness such shoots grow beneath me i stand willingly unaware your eyes and my image trapped i have always known, i would not be spared i can only watch, wait and die so long as you restrain…

emma.

does she know how in my heart it feels as if something’s a spill something’s a miss completely obsolete so discreet a piece awaits her softness and sweetness I wonder when and where I had lost their trace along the way somewhere near her feet it must have evaporated since even strings that were tied with…

strands… touch my feet.

long weighted strands of life growing peacefully upon a thin landscape I have known the peacefulness of your touch I am still a member of your roots longing to forever see you swaying in mid-air your long tresses into distances stare your silhouette like a work of art my heart trembles at the very thought…