Language is a dance – it has rhythm, and movement. Each word is a step across the room. We chart our course with one phrase and breathe life into the next. We make pictures, and create – patterns! with our words, in how we arrange them. Staccato on the page, legato in the phrase –…

golden petals on your cheekthey’re in your hair you hold too much loveyou have so much to share your hugs are messy and warmyour smile is wide and bright my sweet sunflower boyyou overflow with light grow tall, reach the skyyellow against blue listen to the wind as it whispers:“Sunflower Boy, I love you.”

What does love feel like? It’s a feeling, a real, physical feeling. I feel at home in their arms. When they touch me, I feel alive. I come alive. It’s about being in relationship – connecting. Knowing that I am here, and you are here with me, and we are here in this moment together.…

Love is the act of tearing yourself apart and rearranging the pieces in the shape that closest resembles them. To love someone deeply, desperately, heartbreakingly – is to present yourself bleeding and bursting at the seams.

I think the Sun is an angel. She told me so herself, as she offered up a secret kiss between cupped hands. I believe her, because the longer I look, the more my eyes burn, and yet – I cannot look away. I am the Moon and she exists in plane I cannot reach, no…