A Collection of Poems

baking

restlessness dwells in my bones

passed down from my mother’s side.

I reflect on selflessness
hunched over a sticky bowl 
illuminated by summer night,

she picks up the box

with a disheartened sigh. 
wordlessly pleads to no one’s deity—
and sets it down 
in its apparent home. 

the martyrs live among us

raspberry

I urged her 
that a cleanse of the mind 
and of the soul 
was what we needed most, 
so we packed our little bags 
and rolled down shabby highways 
pressed against the water 
to reach the silky sand 
and looming sun.  

Brushed by ice and salt 

our bodies became the ocean—
thrillingly numb, 
we lunged under the earth 
in one swift jump.  

As the sky morphed into a hazy yellow

we sat and smiled
shoulders holding each other 
and began to glow
from the inside out. 

Gazing at the world

from a rocky dock in sailboat waters
raspberry ice cream dripped down my legs 
And the clouds lovingly matched.

As the sun pulled up the night, 

across the lavender horizon 
of shimmering water and golden shore,
I held her close,
kissed her cheeks,
and whispered a silent thank you. 

 
grace

a resemblance to grace— 
a sepia spilled vision— 
she tosses a bouquet 
with an outstretched arm 

she flows with ephemerality,

a silky glow, 
the renaissance woman. 
the spirit of innocence.

pinned to the grass 

she traces me, 
and I drift 
with hollowing anticipation 

she gives me the breath 

to soar above gods. 
sunburnt

a poet in a field 
escapes gentle romanticism 
finding solace in the swaying trees—
her eyes drift over her shoulder 

enveloped in newborn green 

and pillowed pansies, 
pure youth emanates 
from both sides. 

like the wash of the sun 

she prays it resides in her 
to a god of sky strokes 
and bracing breezes. 

gift her the vibrance

of a disciple of the earth