There's a thousand little frightened angry children stuck inside my lungs. They beat and pull inside my chest and scream and carry on! Their hysterics leave no room for me to comfort them at all. When I ask them what is wrong, they wail that I should know..

..my missing someone...is missing again..weekend come quickly so I can savor you with all my senses

Whatever It Was

It is your own life that you desire to cherish
like one brings the downy tuft of a Dandelion to the lips
blows softly
prays
to give everything away
keep
only what remains
of a life well lived
a life well loved
nourished and blessed
by the suns and by the soils
and by whatever it was
that
finally

Opened You.

-Em Claire 

All Of You

I want to know you like That.
Like a poet describes a foreign land—

More than the deep of your eyes
I want to know what they see
when you are moved to kiss me,
when you must have me;
when jealousy burns you to ashes.
I want to know you
like a mother knows her child suffers
ten thousand miles away.
I want to know the
ache and sour of your fear
of losing us
and what the fight tastes like
on your tongue.
I want to know what demons say to you
in your long nights
and what happened on that day
and how you've forgotten
and how you've forgiven.

I want to know you like This:

that as you sit casually
taking me in,
smiling playfully,
there is always
all of you
begging
me

for my heart.





- Em Claire