Lift

 

Where's this head of mine swimming to?

Into a pitted gulch concealed by trees

and spiderwebs.

Watching as the spiders stretch across from 

branch to branch,

making it home.

I want a home in the sky.

I want to float effortlessly away.

Helium, suspend me.

~Tina Meeks

Before Bed

 

When you blink,

I wish to not fall off like eyelashes do

so innocently.

I'd rather float on by like a leaf

caressing and rocking the surface

of a stream before sinking.

I've had these dreams...

If there's ever a tomorrow morning,

I think I'd reach behind me

to make sure it wasn't just pretend.

To entertain the skies in your eyes

and not miss a cloud go by.

~Tina Meeks

Exposed

 

What's love mean

when the only response is the echo

of self in the distance?

Vulnerabilities are the truth

and the truth is,

feeling vulnerable is hard

when the exposed wound does not

spend the night caressed by love.

Honesty is vulnerable.

Exposure is embarrassing.

~Tina Meeks

Lavender

 

That shadow of yours still resides 

in the kitchen window

where the orchid used to be.

Was it pink?

I can't remember.

We'd make eye contact every time.

You greyed early.

I admire your pigment

or lack there of.

Your young face filled the window sill

with motion as I'd walk by.

Our eyes would cradle each other

for not long enough.

What if that window had been opened

and you reached out,

or my confessions came flooding into your grasp?

~Tina Meeks

Talking to Myself

 

Alone in space for peace and solitude

Voices carry over wooden frames of privacy

Only vision protected but auditory,

expected

Slender human thoughts excel through

time like lightspeed

-It's true

My thoughts have sinned

Where do I drift to in order to make something 

make sense

of the feelings that never leave

and left on the back burner?

~Tina Meeks

Wait For It

 

I froze.

You kissed my cheek daringly.

I sheepishly went for the crevice

between your lips and missed.

Then we both paused

and just let it happen again.

~Tina Meeks

New Adventures

 

Tickled by raindrops plopping across our bodies
faster than we could run.
Remember that one time we got
stuck in the storm
and couldn't find an overhead?

It's okay to be drenched, I thought.
Eventually, we smiled and just walked
in the down pour,
taking the evening as it was.

Often, a late night would take us to
the gelato shop in Downtown Berkeley.
I used to go there for lattes 
before my night class-
That was when I just started
drinking coffee.