In his way

The moon has never come 

because i called him 

He has simply shown up consistently 

every so often 

to bask upon my face in the evenings. 

In his time. 

In his way. 

And it has filled me. 

Every time. 

Les’Nspired 

I Am Poetry

I am poetry. 

I will no longer fight it. 

Let the darkness rage 

against it. 

Let reality do its worst. 

I am poetry. 

The essence of which 

will flutter delicately 

and then burst. 

Sentimental Reasons

Sentimental reasons 

for the way we go about it 

learning to navigate the truth
in the middle of it

difficult letting go 

of all we work to hide from
revealing vulnerable pieces 

we risk another will run from