Trees touching and kissing the daylight

After Midnight

At night
sound works harder
happiness floats
and I lie awake
heating my memories
so close to you.

I curl lines of poems
silent bars of music
on lip rolls 
as the pillow bites
and I skin the sheets

Then I find your arm
and your hand
in the dark
to lace fingers
blindly

our breath shakes
connects
as consciousness drops
reality pushes away 
and my thoughts
disappear.

MYSELF

Flat
Open
Crushing stories
of your pain
I kneel over my thoughts
bending closer to who I am.

My chin lifts
to scan a memory
an echo
of hope
I curl in my own arms.

Softly

Stronger
each day
finding narrow spaces
to live softly
unattached
to the shoulds
I catch a shadow
of new meaning
a crack
of free.