I'm no poet & certainly no writer
I just have this love affair with words
& the way they feel when they brush against a naked page•published @flpress USMC vet⚖️
everything inside of me
is rearranged
you have kissed me
back into place
after you made me
fall to pieces
I no longer know
how I am made
only
that I'm made for you
sometimes I need you
to be a thunderstorm
in the summer
moonlight on my skin
or the blue-like-your-eyes
sea
then there are times
I just need you
to be the air I breathe—
Poem for National Poetry Month
Somewhere there's a poem weeping.
It's tired, lonely, afraid, grieving, abused,
fucked, lost, worried, in chains.
Find it and love it.
I went to the river
to remember
what I felt that day
and then it occurred
to me that though
the trees remained
the same as before
the water I had seen
was now a part of the sea
you don't know how
to miss the birds
until they return
and one morning
you wake up
and the trees are filled with them,
the air is filled with their talk
and this is how I know how
to miss you, by absence and return