you don’t have to pull
as these words bleed
out and spill
on the page
to soak them in meanings
i can’t yet understand.
but if i asked for a hand
it might simply be this —
please don’t judge
them too harshly
once the finish
has
dried.

(mostly) short poems on life and love
writer, dreamer, lover, seeker. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they might be a place to start...