Check out these two amazing poems by Zinnia!
Needs the Soul is too weak to be accompanied by brooding buildings, with their gleaming glass exteriors and lifeless skeletons. It will grow faint and restless, filling cubicle styled cubbies It calls home with warm tones and pictures of the world It wishes It could see; in order to cope. to be surrounded by the fragile indestructibility of nature, the imposingness of the ocean; is what It needs. to be awakened by the sound of wild boars fighting over fruit gone sour rather than the methodical monotone groan of an air conditioner. a place; where the Body is copper; scaled by the sun. the trees hug back. where the ground tickles bare feet. the act of self care requires nothing more than the leaves from the nearest trees.
Accompanied Loneliness You shine through my sheer curtains, kissing my eyelids with a touch so light no one who wasn’t expecting it would notice, tangible enough to softly rock me out of a peaceful sleep. I stay there for awhile, stretching in the quiet company of your warmth. Finally getting up and pulling back the curtains reveals your true strength. You’re high in the sky now. Your rays beam down onto my fully awake skin; it buzzes in response, the prerequisite to a productive day. We spend the day working side by side. You dry the dishes after i wash them, under the water you crystallize. You make my footprints visible in the dust, right before i make them disappear with a quick sweep. As I sigh and sit in my favorite chair, overlooking the city, watching you choose which parts to bless with your orange evening hues; i say a silent thanks, for your quiet company. But now that you're gone, i take in your absence, with an admiration for the night that seems almost like a betrayal; for the moon kisses my skin just a little lighter, and urges me in a way that’s just a bit sweeter. As i look at the way the moon doesn’t choose what parts of the city to bless, for the soft rays twist and turn to cover every crevice and make its way into every window onto every eyelid, i can't help but wonder; if you like the moon more than me, the same way i like the moon more than you.