You Know What You Are

Your home is a flowered mandala 

layered in color that is impressive

There are many stories up your sleeves,

I'm sure of it

The music through time that you've heard

The transformation of

what color can really mean

is an impeccable memory you have

for the rest of your life

So please, keep going

in your fluorescence and glow,

and your deep rooted darkness

~Tina Meeks

Dragonfly

You found love in the twists and turns

and entanglement of the trees

I found freedom in the flutter

of your sparkling wings

Reflecting blue like hummingbirds 

in the blink of an eye

This feels good to say

It all used to roll off the tongue a lot easier

when the city moved faster than now

Now, time feels at ease,

and that blue looks so vibrant and true

Where will you fly to, my new friend?

Will you search for more love to whisper in your ear?

There was a moment you inched closer to me

that I thought we might touch

Your blue, may be scented

You might be ecstasy sent from

the presence of every other color

that I am capable of seeing

~Tina Meeks

This Might Not Mean a Thing

Ripples in rain puddles erupting gratitude.

Mundane visions and every day 

kaleidoscopes are unicorns.

Some people are hiding. 

Some people are glowing with kindness,

and those are the people I wish I could hug.

~Tina Meeks

Since Last Time

Whether we speak nothing of this ever

or talk about how ridiculous we are,

it will have all been worth the experience

because we cause natural disasters

no matter where we go

~Tina Meeks

Sitting at the Bar

Watching as he pressed and squeezed liquid from the bag.

It's amazing how you can tell someone's

experience in life just from the look of their skin.

How much age, how much sun has kissed it,

the literal scars the world has physically declared on.

Veins are nothing like laugh lines.

They map out the body with life.

Skin becomes more fragile,

as if we aren't fragile as it is.

His lackadaisical eyes and firm gaze 

compliment his sharp shaped facial hair

with whatever "look" he seems to be going for

~Tina Meeks

Melting Ice

Yesterday was the first time

you said you've loved

Grim face and emotionless tone

as if you've said it a million times to exhaustion

but owning it

Just before tilting a glass to your lips

and letting the ice cubes fall

with just enough time to allow

the ice to melt and leave a wet kiss

It looked like a resurfacing battle wound

~Tina Meeks 

Embodying Color

I am burnt orange

I am the forgotten rage with glowing beauty

The sultan of caress

Power of space

I am warm radiance creeping

through the cracks of doors

that dare not let me in

~Tina Meeks