Can't Be Wrong

I'm so goddam stubborn
And I've wasted precious time
Loving others too much,
Too stubborn to let go
And learn when to quit,
Because concluding that
My love was wasted
Feels like a death sentence.
My stubbornness compels me
To prove that true love's kiss
Might be enough to convince Death
To let us love unparted and eternal.

Domus

Gentle insect in the lichen
What harmony have you known
Nestled amid the ancient rocks,
Brightly caroling the soft roots of ferns?
Would it be the summer bluebird
Who rustles and perturbs your verdant world?
What warm secrets has the forest shared
Whispering to the moss and springs?
Your seasons are colored by intuition,
Never knowing a disturbed thought.
Of the many nights you've pondered,
Observing the dynamic dusk,
You have never withered.
You've always risen
like the earthen columns you call home.

Lucus

Behold, as I leave the mountain
Singing stone songs and
murmuring with the berries
Knowing the moist secrets of the moss
And the chores and errands of the insects
Strolling, wandering, living
in the lichenous sanctuary
Shading seeds and me alike
Every season bucolic and vivid
I could climb till dusk
And never have left Eden

Creature Comforts

Each breath is a creature
One with personality
Secrets and character
Each breath betrays its host
Divulging their thoughts
And answers without letter
A laugh, a sigh, a snort of derision
Each unmechanical and organic
Each different, unlike the last
Each only present for a moment
Reveling in its own transient existence
The breath is the most honest
Creature of all creations

Wavering

I wouldn't need you
If I knew how to do it all
Perfectly from the start.
Cherish me in all my ways,
In each of my imperfections.
My inadequacy is your opportunity.

Topography

My eyes have transformed into actual beating hearts,
And now I can love the land threefold.

Aegreo

I was once told that
death does not wait for us
to figure out how to live.
But what can be done for
those of us who have stumbled?
Are we left with only a shift
in our own perspectives?
Will it be enough?

Bilingual

The stomach is the body's mind,
A second brain so to speak.
I'm certain it knows more than I do.
If only my primary brain and stomach
Were more fluent in each other's language,
I'm sure I would be better for it.