i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

sweet and sour.

rainy and warm.

challenging and surprising.

my feelings are in a 50/50 sort of way.

bitter yet reassured.

strong and weak.

full and empty.

my body is at a 50/50 kind of stage.

fatigued and fighting.

relaxed and in tension.

wanting but knowing.

all of these, they come hand in hand,

not us though.

not yet.