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This was originally written as a comment on a post on Facebook.



she opens and welcomes
and poses and shines
and cowers and empowers
and wants and does not want
and fights and bleeds
and needs
she wakes and sleeps
and feels and fills
and pushes and delivers
and sympathizes and empathizes
and nurtures
she pleasures
and pulses and throbs
and shudders
and wets and dries
and grips and slips and slides
and rides
she holds and lets go
and closes and hides

Those three little words,
Oft sprung back in reflex:
Spoken in mindlessness,
Whispered in sex.

They dance off the tongue,
A turret induced tick,
Lost in meaning,
A debate: semantic.

Yet when I speak them in truth,
I find loss of breath,
Our hearts intertwined,
Between life and death.

There’s a literal swell,
I feel in my chest.
These three little words,
I lay them to rest.

These three little words,
Are achingly true,
Cliched though they seem:
I love you.

In the land of nothingness,
We shall live like kings and queens,
Overwhelmed by the expanse,
And suffocated by the dust,
We’ll breathe freely once again.

In the midst of uncertainty,
And the ultimate sense of ubiety,
We’ll build and dance and understand,
We’ll cry, confused and prostrate.
We shall stretch in every direction,
Finding the will to overturn fate.

In the land of nothingness,
We shall live like kings and queens,
Overwhelmed by the creation,
Suffocated by the lust,
We’ll come freely once again.

In the midst of partitipation,
And the ultimate sense of ubiquity,
We’ll jump and burn and comprehend,
We’ll weep, broken, head to ground,
We shall lift our hearts to the sky,
With a quiet sense of being found.

A haiku inspired by the fog in Seattle. I witnessed some sparks on a construction site on my walk to work and composed this in my head. The contrast of the brightness against the muted layer of fog was breathtaking.

 

Sparks fly in the air,
Through dense fog in the city,
Construction beauty.

And so she would walk,
And so she would wander.
Never lost for something to ponder.