A poem for Anais Nin (on her birthday)

A poem for Anais Nin (on her birthday)

born 

on the border 

of fish    and  

water bearer 

   you were not afraid

to caress 

your own soul 

in the name of love 

Pour toi

Pour toi 

your   presence   

is    a    prayer

 circling

the space 

 in    between 

   where 

love speaks

    and 

echoes dream. 

Grace

Grace isn't something 

you speak without 

living

like a song,

it doesn't exist 

until it lives 

inside a story 

of its own #artandwords

A poem for a friend

When I showed up 

drunk with sweat

after riding the D train 

from 

Albuquerque

to New Orleans,

I knew my presence 

was like a prayer 

  you     whispered     

        but never 

   sent. 

I fell in your door step, 

exhausted, 

but satisfied 

      because although 

you were too proud 

to ask for me,

being there 

was my 

      best gift yet. 

The day I realized

Tired arms

I woke up

I woke up with tired arms 

because I'd spent 

all night  

  flying in my dreams

i miss your flavor

i miss your flavor 

i miss your flavor 

    of chores 

        and 

  orange peels

 and    my routine  of 

watching 

  the leaves 

rustle your    

   long     hair 

  while you stand 

  under our tree. 

          i

wish i knew 

how to play   

      the guitar 

because if i did, 

i'd sing you

a song  

 i wrote     about     it.