drawing

in the darkest charcoal
i sketch your voice
on the canvas of my mind

rub my smudged fingers
across my parted lips
then suckle the songs

you compose with love:
causing poems to well up inside me
like tears that need to be cried

comfort her

a child cries my name
climb a tree to take her hand
only my voice there

cranky moon child

damn crooked ass trees
clouded my view of the moon
now here comes the sun

self sacrifice

my blood stains his teeth
years carving up my own heart
just so he could feed