What We Carry.

you are the color purple.

a sense of royalty, you know,

i walk taller

not in your shadow,

but in your secrets and whispers

we share in crowded places.

inside jokes inside our own

house of energy,

gracefully avoiding

other’s air of

anxiety and miscommunication.


when i was six years old i wanted to be indiana jones, an individual savior. only i to live in the praise and glory of the accomplishments i risked my life for. i was an only child, selfishly avoiding commitment and long term love. i was a cowboy, a spy, a villain, a traveler, in order to not thrive too close to anyone. i grew up tough, but not rough enough to grind empathy out of my character traits. i feel you, my partner. are you willing to stroll off into the sun with me?


i am the gold.

and so is everything i touch.

we are golden.


December 30, 2016.