unravel

the greatest thing 

you did 

was let go 

(the timing will

never feel right)

tried to hold on

to fingertips

(appropriately my

palms drip)

emotions pour 

from my pores

everything feeling

reactive

hypersensitive 

too curious 

goosebumps swept up 

in stories and strong words

slowly the spiral of learning

the beauty of letting it all

fall away into sequences 

chapters, looking back at

the scenes but not being able

to edit 

I’ll never forget banging

those poles into ground 

dust still in the 

crevices of my flip-flops 

but this isn’t right now 

breathe 

I follow through 

I will fall again 

my love is 

a deep well

for drinking and I

can dip into it over

and over 

consistent and flowing dark

it takes a certain type of 

animal outside of me 

to want this wet

patience 

hair-raising

tingling, fingertips 

(it comes again)

I will find the woods

many times been 

etching this pattern 

of habits in my psyche 

for years 

and will continue 

following the maze 

of pleasure

(did you feel the pulse)

thank you for 

opening doors into me 

that can’t be closed

thank you for leaving me

in silence 

only to hear the echoes

(of dreams that can become real)

reverberating off 

the ponderosas