poetry

poetry doesnt say
an e thing
it skirts, and circles,
what cant be expressed
like how u make me feel
or the way an
unsaid word is.

-for meredith

tea

it was our first visit
to a walled garden

city all around us
yet; quiet and serene

for a time we lingered
by glass pond and lillies

but then the house of tea
in hopes to find some shade

bitter-sweet and chilled tea
that cooled the lips so well

when i tasted it (tea)
i tasted you (a kiss)

and when i kiss you soft
it reminds me of tea

noise and city and fear
made; quiet and serene

a kiss takes me to our
walled garden in the city

-for meredtih