I am subjective, a riverbed.

Change me, move, invade me,

Flush.

Remnants

It’s your taste
That makes me pull you from your peace-
Sweet, heavy, full of
Accidental pollen you produce.

Hollow, acidic,
I fizzle in completion
In envy of your
Subtlety-

I taste as water, living,
But it’s you they can’t erase.

Coming Home

Winding road, it’s a

Long way to go

We have hope

To start a victory

Can we go?

Started on a short note

Married in a fortnight

Gave it all

And all it became

Just starting to believe

Gaining

Feeling clean,

Away we go.