You tell me you find god in the
way Sunflowers shift towards
the sun, but I find him in the
way my eyes and hands always
turn to you.


It took you twenty-three years to
finally find me and there are days
when I resent you for this.



I do not recall any of the versions
of myself that existed before I first met

I do not want to fill in the blanks
in my memory.


I have written love-letters to
every single hair on your head,
to every single skin cell on
your body. It is still not enough
to show you what I feel for you.

I know nothing ever will be.


In a world where eyes exist,
you say I shouldn’t even have
to speak. But there is so much
I want you to know that I don’t
trust my eyes to tell you.

I want you to know.
I want you to know just how
much of me you’ve healed.


You and I, we made religions
out of tasting one another.

(Lover, mercy me.)


I want to scream “I love you!”
at the top of my lungs from
each and every one of this
godforsaken city’s rooftops

but instead,
I am writing this


3 thoughts on “Serendipity

  1. I’d give it a 7/10 excellent
    I couldn’t find any stanza in it yet I think you did a very good job! Keep it up

  2. I just found your blog, and I’ve been reading your poems… They are unbelievably amazing. Your words are so beautiful. Thank you for sharing :)))

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