Of these eyes you spoke
And of my ribbonless heart
Yes you didn’t know
New York Love
For God’s sake, all you owe her life
To never question her true stripes
The thrill of revving two-wheeled spree
A swing, the stars, the moon times three
Your constant annoyed adoration
Ice cream kisses, consolation
Threshold
Pray may the driving rain be soft’d
By gentle hand and easing wind
Would that the biting cold bring too
Voice sweet as upward floating snow
And as stolen daylight takes
Please bring giving, steadfast legs
So to soothe…lift…carry me
Tho’ I deserve no charity
Stupid
Endeavor where smallness
Says you ought grasp
Stupidly seem to settle
Admit and tell fear
You are in fact, petrified
Let it think it won
Reach breathlessly then, baby
Heavenward and find
Stardust-covered triumphant arms
*Original Thought Credit: Robert Browning; “Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?”
First Person
I
lied. For
I wish
you loved
me.
Floweth
All this there is
Things -oh so many things
There are
That now never will I
Conceive and utter
Yet I could only hope
Only Hope
So I expected a chance
I was stopped
As I journeyed
Aurora
Awake
Late
All my ears hear is the little city complaining
But it’s warm today
Mid-October so we’re lucky
And God grew me the juiciest apple
Because He knows October’s hard
6am
Innocent
I turn
Asking one more moment or more than one
Temptation again answers
With a question
Do I run my finger past Some Kind of truth
Risking
Waking you up to it
Or
Do I find the place that gives you your space
To breathe
Morning’s breath
Pitch
In the pitch
There the quiet
Calm you can know
No sound from the city
None murmur from high
Field there what is true
Sown once
Though weeds wouldst to strangle
Harvest virtue
Storehouses to share
hairpin
You must travel
Travel you must
To the farthest recesses
Of courage
To find
A You of your very own
Linger there then
Decide
When will I stay long enough
Here
For there’s More Of Me I must meet
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