I am forced to rip things
Right from the ceiling
Things that like the ceiling
Should never have been
I am forced to face flowers
Bleeding on skin
Flowers in need of new skin
Injected with pinpricks of hope
I am forced to my knees
On ground that is strong
Knees by the habit made strong
Despite the bruised shins
I move quietly
Certain amidst so much noise
Hope will live untamed
I was mistaken
Or put most precisely
I misunderstood
The who or the why or the what of that hand
That hand that reached out
And I may have gasped
How long without air, it is too hard to say
But now I’ve this shirt
With no known owner
It skulks in the back while it whispers an “If”
In an up shade of blue that has stolen my eyes
So my soul lurches outward
Screaming “There was no “If””
Take your comfort in knowing that soon it shall find
Stranger skin on an island of Hope
Whether I’ll survive
This is moment-to-moment
The Book and the Rock
I know the secret
To reduce you to a smile
Kiss your intellect
My name giggled
Through out-of-breath genuine glee
Commanding that I cease
And then continue again
While watering, sparkling, half-open eyes
Reflect back that we’ve gone homeMy name spoken
Through no-longer-resisting resignation
Smiling as we sigh
Deciding whether we’re done
While fingers feeling eager to begin again
Take it upon themselves to tangle
This piece of all me
I lift up and revere
Dug from the deep
Covered in mourning
I am most proud of
I hold it high here now
Shining before you
It is the me that is happy
For the happy in you
I’m holding my own
hand atop my beating heart
for to celebrate.
I love you
Don’t tell anyone
Since exactly a bit after half past 1am
When I was awakened
I have been waiting for daylight
To tell you
And now in the night again
It feels late
But it’s time
I told you
Good Night
Must the strings soften
And tempo become more sure
That Hearts may transcend
