Saturday, November 10, 2018

The Shadows of Her Hair


“I can hide you in the shadows of my hair”, she said,
“I can hide you in the shadows of my hair.            
You’ll be safe within the luster and the shine”, she said,
“Hidden in the shadows of my hair.”

“You just crawl inside and wrap yourself in curls”, she said,
“You just crawl inside and wrap yourself in curls.
You’ll be warm within the twisting and the turns”, she said,
“Warm within the twisting of my curls.”

So I made myself as small as I could be,
And I climbed among the darkly shining strands.
Yes I made myself as small as I could be,
And I hid within the shadows of her hair.

“You can stay in there until the end of time”, she said,
“You can stay in there until the end of time.
And when all the others leave we’ll be alone”, she said,
“Alone together, at the end of time.”

Saturday, October 20, 2018

Life Is For This


I Speak of death, I speak of rebirth:
For I died to my old self and was reborn to a new life of boundless horizons, all in a moment, a single fluorescent moment, in an explosive Easter embrace.
Life is not for dying, though.
Life is for kissing and embracing.
Life is for discovering and becoming.
Oh, and yes, Life is for suffering the pains of birth and the agonies of loss.
But it is not for hiding from the world, for there is no comfort within.
Comfort comes only from without, from kissing and embracing, discovering and becoming.
Judge not, and give no advice, but acknowledge and welcome the other with kisses and embraces, for she is your comfort, and you are hers.
Embrace her gracefulness and softness, and also, her pains and losses.
Acknowledge her strengths and magical powers, and also, her frailty and fears.
She is no less nor more than you.
Life is for this, for recognizing and discovering the other in yourself, and yourself in her.
Life is for this, and nothing else.
In isolation is hell, thorns and barbed wire and fire, recriminations and regrets.
But in the welcoming arms of the other is heaven, music and dance, cool breezes, recognition and acceptance.
There is no more than this.
This is Life.
Life is for this.
Life is a pair of green eyes that reflect my own face back to me.
Life is her arms wrapped around me and mine around her, in a perfect circle of ultimate sharing.
Life is for kissing and embracing her, the one whose very being reflects myself, as I reflect her.
Life is for this, and nothing else.


Sunday, October 14, 2018

Rise and Fall


The rise and fall of your breath.
The steady beat of your heart.
I rest my head on your breast.
Rest your hand here, on my head.

The rise and fall of your breath.
The steady beat of your heart.
Of all places that I’ve lived,
Only here am I at home.

The rise and fall of your breath.
The steady beat of your heart.

No one else could have found me.
How did you? Did you follow
The rise and fall of your breath,
The steady beat of your heart?

I was so lost and afraid,
Until you calmed my fears, with
The rise and fall of your breath,
The steady beat of your heart.

Sunday, August 26, 2018

My Own


Clouds never rest, nor the wind, dear
The sun never travels too far
The moon and the sea live without fear
And we’ll always be what we are

Always I’ll be the one needing your face, miss
More than anything else in the world
Always I’ll be the one singing your praises
And always you will be my girl

By being the one that I need, dear
You’ve shown me the meaning of living
And by being the one that you want near
I’ve learned the true joy of giving

Now it’s never no more we’ll be sad, love
And we’ll never again be alone
For we’ve turned into good all the bad, love
By each calling the other “my own”

Saturday, August 18, 2018

Collar Bone


I want to kiss your collar bone,
the one you broke when you were twelve
and fearless
and you thought that you
could make your bike fly further than
the rest.
Or, perhaps it wasn’t fearlessness.
Maybe you just thought
that you could fly,
or wanted to.
Wanted to so badly that you
deemed the risk worth taking.
But bikes can’t fly,
and a broken bone is not such
a very high
price to pay for a moment of weightlessness.
I know it’s never stopped hurting,
that’s why I want to kiss it.
Not to erase the pain,
but to respect it,
embrace it,
honor it.
You’ve suffered other breaks,
other losses.
You’ve received other scars through the years.
None of them ever really stop hurting, I know.
Not all the breaks were physical.
Not all the scars are visible.
I wish that I could kiss them all,
but I’ll start with just the collar bone
for now.

Sunday, August 5, 2018

The Waitress’s Lament


Hypothetical crab cakes and theoretical shrimp
I understand it can be hard to make a choice
Just let me know when you’ve decided
I’ve got all the time in the world, boys

Medium well or medium rare, or somewhere in between
You wouldn’t know the difference either way
I’ll tell the chef, but he won’t care
And it won’t be how you like it anyway

Just because I’m nice to you that doesn’t mean I like you
And even if I do like you that doesn’t mean I’ll date you
You’re not allowed to touch me, sir, it’s not that kind of place
You should know that, in my mind, I’m sticking this fork in your face

Our menu has 10 appetizers and 15 entrees
6 desert options and 7 kinds of cheese
The total possible combinations is just over 700
And I can recite them all to you with ease

Yet you assume I’m an idiot because I work in this place
While you’re the fool eating fish fried in three-day old oil.
Gluten free pasta and lactose free ice cream? Fine
Whatever stupid shit your order, I’ll bring it with a smile.

Just because I’m nice to you that doesn’t mean I like you
And even if I do like you that doesn’t mean I’ll date you
You’re not allowed to touch me, sir, it’s not that kind of place
You should know that, in my mind, I’m sticking this fork in your face

Sunday, July 29, 2018

Roses and Ivory


Roses and ivory, she appears to me
Smooth and pure, lit from within
Floating toward me, light as air

Ivory turns to downy flesh and
Roses become soft, sweet lips
And she surrounds me, she’s all around me

I hang the moon on a chain for her
I sing the music of my blood for her
And she feeds me kisses from deep in her soul

Aphrodite guides us down and lifts us up
I quench my thirst at her fountain, we fall
Tumbling, twisted, tangled in desire

This dance of ours, this sharing, caring
Dance of sweat and tongues and hair
This frenzied thing that brings such peace

Then resting my devoted head in her denim lap
As a song about the rain falls all around us
And the love we’ve made still echoes in our ears

The only place I ever want to be
Is in the emerald eyes of this woman that I love
Enveloped by the roses and the ivory