when i find i am sad.

mostly when i find i am sad
there is a moment to be had when
the rains lay mist upon my cheek
lingering like soft soleil light

then, i purse my bitten lips,
curve skinny arms around slender hips
hold the pieces of me together
until, at last, i lose the fight.

the days grow long, as shadows stretch
taste the salt as my breath does catch
and watch the sun set behind closed eyes
as i feel my soul clench, unclench.

bleeding hearts.

when the sky cries, it lends its tears,
sown already in the ground
and the roots of hearts, growing like
unwanted weeds in between sidewalk cracks
on hot summer days,
dig deep, searching for its lament
and oh how they grow, these unwanted pests

from the penumbra of aching limbs,
and the light wispy tongues of thirsty shrubs
ah, how they falter and wait a moment, these

bleeding hearts, like jewels ,

fragile, hanging by a small stem encased in air

i only know them for the lush lush

red dripping down, i reach out and squeeze

feel its heated soul, burning like a coin in my palm

water clings to its wrinkled surface:

tears, already sown in the ground

growing more bleeding hearts