sometimes when my brain is congested, it coughs, and words come out.

there are dark and beautiful flames
giving warmth to space. collisions
of atoms and lungs. we too are burning—
a feathered beating and echoes
of distant oceans.

“i have wounds, i have loved.”

—   thedustdancestoo

“Have enough courage to love.”

—   Maya Angelou 

“and now, from your lips,
a haiku left on my skin.”

—   thedustdancestoo
my brother and my nephew are cool dudes.

my brother and my nephew are cool dudes.

when i reached into light
there was gravity,
and there was you.

you are under the moon
and porch light shadows.
my hands are in my pockets,
and the trees shiver.
when i say “good night,”
i mean

kiss me
kiss me
kiss me

“i wish i could tell you this every morning you awake; that you are enough. that you are an intricate, vibrant life. that every soft breath from your lips, and every timid heartbeat, is precious and beautiful.”

—   thedustdancestoo
just a little buddy i met walking around the city yesterday. someday i will have a pug, and it will be named Steinbeck.
— follow me on instagram at thedustdancestoo

just a little buddy i met walking around the city yesterday. 
someday i will have a pug, and it will be named Steinbeck.

— follow me on instagram at thedustdancestoo

you, like the sun,
awake with me,
warm me,
color every inch of me
a painting.