inner art journal

I let go
and your lightness
carries me
beyond the sky
into myself

peeling
your soul’s skin
I taste
the sweet juice
of dreams

when I was
young and possible
I knew
the names of wild things
and imaginary lovers

rooted
in frozen sand
standing
strong and still
I open my arms

I awaken
with wet cheeks
and poetry
knocking on the door
of my parched dreams

chai tea
and sunlight
spreading
our toast
with poetry