I can smell your approach
I can taste you.
My eyes are watering.
Mouth wetted.
The taste of cherry blossoms are near.
I saunter through your scent
Drawing nearer.
I See you coming, apparell’d and vaded in stars.
For If I were a dead man
I’d recognize thee...
Awakened
A starry mess.
My heart leaps
Un bound.
The crystals of time
Melt into my flowing veins
My blood thaws
And little green cotyledons
Burst from my chest.
Flowers appear.
My hands unclench
I Dig.
Inhale.
My eyes open.
It is you.
All of these poems and more can be found HERE in the anthology “A Cartographer”.