Pigeon / Dove

To her she’s a pigeon To me she’s a dove. To her she’s a person To me she is love.

Experiences are different, and hard to translate

To try and explain my experience Is like a leaf telling a pinecone How it fell. I explain my patterns that weren’t choreographed But happened nonetheless And how the wind spun me in a way not sickening. How i touched the ground before landing so that Impact wouldn’t be my reckoning. About how falling and […]

What’s your name, I’ve seen it before

I know the resurrection isn’t about us, But it would be a beautiful thing to wake up from death next to you. To see each other like we used to, but also like the first time, Because your body’s not the same and neither’s mine. Now we wear our true name, And I know this […]