Sanded Beach of Lover Found
As I stroll down the sanded beach gently caressing my roughened skin.
Washed among the grains are stones a-strange no different than pimples, imperfects and other details.
Treasure and drift wood sprinkled around are carved as the marks of a creative mind.
Beauty beach a common strand incredibly human or plain raw land.
Seashells scattered delicate Sea flowers represent the feminine of a pastoral ground.
So as I stroll down a sanded environ memories reflect my lover found.
Poem for the Body
It is not a sign of weakness to hold in the weight of rock that is the mine collapsing inside your throat. Your heart is jumping out of its rib-shaped cave more often than not. The consequence of freedom isn't always pretty. Your body is a protest, a body of water, gaining momentum. Your body is
not mine: make the world
uphold this.
Ankles toes and belly button
knees and elbows
shoulder blades
and everything else
in stock, they are not allowed
to take. You keep a tight inventory,
so next time people come around telling you about your body, don't hold back. Your body is evidence. Hold it up against the light until they are obligated to shut up.