“I wonder what it would be like if I took care of my body as well as I take care of your memory.”

You loved me in a glasshouse.

The truth is I would drown In your depths if you’d let me.

Peace on earth starts with peace within.

They say eyes don’t lie, but I mistook the distance in your eyes for depth.

How unfair that I can force my hands to let go before they are ready but not my heart.

Its awfully funny how you think I’m fine.

I was only in love with the way you made me feel.

I love you, and I’m so sorry I don’t know how to.

Poetry was my gateway drug to you.

Please be gentle with me I am trying to forget what I can’t remember.

Let me teach you the language of love you’ve never spoken.

Love me or leave me but don’t leave me in love.

I am laden with body memories from lifetimes I don’t remember.

I’m not unreasonable I just think it’s very reasonable you would fall in love with me.

It seems to me a cruelty beauty and tragedies are lovers.

I’ve only ever wanted to be new.

When i feel tense, I remember to relax all of the muscles and organs in my body

I want to spend today kissing every part of your body.

The big difference for me is that, as I get older, I find it’s a lot easier to stay in shape than it is to get back in shape.

Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.

Our bodies need real, fresh food to maintain health.

Still, I wrote. Even when the police where coming. Even when my whole body hurt, and the slightest sound would make me quake.

Inside, we are ageless and when we talk to ourselves, it’s the same age of the person we were talking to when we were little. It’s the body that is changing around that ageless center.

With all these past fears still written on my skin, it bruises me to let you in. Trauma’s that this body holds, still guard these tactile lips untold.