not what it sounds like...

My Love


is like an ocean
crashing down on you
waves rolling in and out
on the shores of your
uncertainty.

White doors swing
behind me letting
the rushing wind
flow around my
impulses.

What was once
feather light is now
like gold—weighing
down every step with
precious patience.

Found

Found


the aroma of Somalian coffee beans
wafts through the dense morning light
that floods the shop with a golden glow

cool bluesy tones float around me
mingling with shouts from scrambling
professionals so diligently obeying orders

my hands reach for the warm
renewal of life that so quickly
fill my expectations with satisfaction

a familiar voice rings through the mess
of sounds surrounding me with comfort—
hands reach out to hold mine that are so tightly
clasping my morning joy

their touch sends life that I could
never have known in this space
flowing through my veins

a rush of ecstasy in a reunion of
long lost souls whose journeys
have just begun