day eight.

fragile me.

touch me.
gently.
there are wounds
that have not yet
healed gashes
that haven't been
bandaged yet
i'd hate 
for my blood to 
spill on your
untainted flesh
spotless not a
scar in sight
my life is on
display in the form of
crisscross x's blackened lines and broken hearts
on my back.

kiss me.
gently.

corner

he left me
stranded alone
and frozen on
the corner of
5th and main
how could you
leave me
shivering
using my arms
to heat the
body you
used to
warm.

day seven.

weight. lost.

you cover up the undesirables
eat your way empty talk yourself
loveless avoid mirrors hesitantly
step on scales after twisting
bending melting away the
flesh that holds you up.

day six.

tripping over silly things.

i can't stop tripping over things

my untied laces the crack

in the sidewalk my thoughts

are so meaningful and heartfelt

i might as well hand you it

but i trip

over my words the second

they leave my lips all that honesty

and bone crushing "you mean the world"

"your are beautiful" "hold me i am 
scared" loses its

meaning.

i am left a stuttering pitiful 

mess i tripped and broke

a rib my left leg fractured 

that unbreakable hairline

in my ear when i fell in like 

with you when you whisper

sweet nothings into my 

ear i only hear half 

the love and half of

love is like i like

the way you look at me

in a crowd your eyes search

for mine respect awe appreciation 

there is a softness in your hardened features.

i tripped over the power lines they shock me endless

the electricity leaves me breathless

kiss me dizzy under the stars.

i tripped my way into your heart

don't help me up,

i'm in like with the view 

of you from 

the inside.

day five.

bowed down in prayer
praising the lord when the
rays break and the light
gives way to holy dark
hands held together finger
tips let your love of God leave
your lips the trees sway in reverence
a single do and it will be done.

bowed down in prayer she is lost
follow the path she can't find her map
thunder is clapping and lightening is
flashing and rain is crashing and burning
around her bare feet soles worn out there
is so much walking every hardened crease
a mile.

a thousand moons won't fill the gap
that once was her smile.

bowed down in prayer tears well up
behind once blind eyes hands once used
for wrong are held up in subahanrabil
a'laa the faith laid dormant in her marrow
is now chorusing through her bones
beyond the confusion she sees the hope
for her dead flower there is a new seed
a heart once empty is now filled with something
indescribable He is listening nose to
ground worship the Creator the
created asks for forgiveness

-you will be heard

day four.

you are happy now

i can tell by your smile

squeezing in a thousand

moons wouldn't fill up

the space.

day three.

we're close and

it is what our bodies 

crave the electricity

crackles in the air my 

hair my skin feels

charged with passion i

cry his name into the night.

one bed two souls the room

is perfumed with love the smell

leaving traces in the hollow of my

neck in the curve of my spine in

between my legs.

clumsy hands

white sheets

breath.