605 Nights

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Too many nights
Tonight finally was
Begging God

Which He warns us against

But He loves you, so
Just this one last time….

Bring him back
I love him unending
Bid him tell me why
I was not worth a goodbye

The mirror becomes exhausted seeing your broken heartedness

605 nights

You finally break your own heart enough to tell yourself
I love you, Lisa

Say that instead
Such words do not feel so difficult or surprising afterall

And you believe it

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My morning cup, filled
The wonder! Why in the world
That this could be so

Would we allow it
Our eyes and mind be lifted
And we’d rise with Him

Kadesh

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What might we share?
Except for some source of light
And the cello muse
I won’t pretend to know

Though

I like soft things
You like the edge
I’m drawn to abbeys
You’re from the deep

I flirt with irreverence
You respect me
So maybe we could stand
A day or year

A treaty, here

Find peace
Decide
Praise The Rock from which The Water flows
Not far from Jordan

Nonplussed

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Were I to sit down once again on that bronze-y parquet floor
Recalling bare-legged me
Relishing the coming summer sunset warming the scene

Floor-to-ceiling picture windows

My minion, watching monkey-business on the idiot box
Constant companions, we
T-shirt and shorts, the two of us
The uniform of the discarded

I would smile this time

I understood and understand still
Your ill-behavior, your abandonment
Warranted silence
I could say no more

I’d polish my toenails
That same multicolored glitter gloss
Plotting my goodbye

Knowing you won’t care

We Slay

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May I melt into you at sunset, when our day is done, and the deep — delicious, as a buffet — lies before us?

Will you walk with me into that starred-space, wish upon the seconds with me, and show me what courage in the dark can accomplish?

Battle with me — and sometimes, for me — fellow-dreamer, in those in-between hours, then soothe my mind when I wake to the day

So again I may slay