kiss hard

I’ve tried to trap you in words,
tried to describe what it meant,
who you were
to someone
that never even knew you.
Regret that never
moves far from the surface.
If I could do it again
I’d probably be just the same,
or, maybe, sadder,
more distant,
because I’d already know
the ending.


something to lose

I’m constantly afraid
I’ll bore you.

I’m afraid I’m a terrible conversationalist and that you’ll find me shallow and vapid. I’m afraid of saying all the wrong things and scaring you away.

It’s so sweet that
you were nervous.

I was too.

I like knowing  that, you too, feel
there is something
to lose.


Azorean sunset
Sunset in the Azores 2014

Long story short:
the sun will set,
there will be dark and
silence and separation.
But sunrise,
it will come again,
and time will be yours
to master.

I remember seeing a phrase in a catalog when I was younger, etched into a bracelet, and it has stuck with me since:

“Sunrise, sister. It all comes back to this.”

I don’t know if it’s from anything specifically, a movie, book, or TV show, but it resonates with me a lot.

I always wanted to have a physical reminder of it, but haven’t actually seen it anywhere since that catalog. I also wasn’t so sure I’d want it on a bracelet anyway (I rarely wear them – let my arms be FREE), or on a t-shirt (I can’t wear the same shirt every day), or anything at all really. But it occurs to me, that something that holds so much meaning for me – and has done for years – could make a really great tattoo.

Just a thought. I love tattoos and have always wanted one.

This might not be such a bad place to start.


good things

you can’t rush the
good things.
No matter how much
you wish
you were at the point
where you could confidently
place your hand on his
and gently
——-but firmly
rub him–
already knowing every way
to make him

This was inspired by a Faith47 video piece I saw on Instagram. Check it out:


A video posted by FAITH XLVII (@faith47) on Jan 2, 2017 at 7:13am PST

(find it here, if the above isn’t working)


I don’t know what you thought this was
but it was far from love.

My midnight confession was only a fact-
a simple admission,
not a heaping of meaning on anything more
than just a good feeling.

I’m no moon-eyed school girl
looking up at you
in admiration.

I’m a grown ass woman
who doesn’t need
your validation.

I hope that you and your ego will be happy

As for me?

I’ll be just fine.


Just some things I never got to say. Some thoughts that came way too late.
I wish you all the best-
It was short, fun, and
you’re nice enough, but there’s still learning to do.
I don’t hold anything against you.
Just never forget, I’m gonna be just fine-
Already, I am.

Hell yeah! That felt good.

over coffee

“I could make you dinner” —
a light turned on behind your eyes,
and then, almost immediately, you seem
to change your mind.

Too much too soon, maybe,
after nearly 24 hours
spent in each others

But it’s a sweet thought,
idea. And heartening
you even thought of it at all.

We are both human
and none of this is perfect –
I was nervous and so were you.

I hope there is more to come