Where…my mind’s eye searches for
…just a footprint, a proof.
Like a phantom limb haunts
Dares me to remember
Why…did it flee and what fear
…stole it and stripped my blood
Of the warmth it once shone
Of evidence of the glee
All…interrogatories
…are irrelevant now
All that matters is That
I reclaim what is mine
My eyes are about
the height of your lips. Truly,
they’re all about that. 
Brilliance bursts forward
Wrecking our plans to just peek
Prodding our prowess
From several floors below
You scream to me for dear life
A deep, earnest, raspy plea
And although I cannot tell exactly what you need from me
The beautiful desperation in your voice
Has awakened me finally and I will give you all that I have
My heart is hugging
the nurse and testifiers,
sisters and buddies.
I’ve 7 Babies
They’re born of you and me and
a woman I know
They’ve inherited
our courage and our kindness
They do love the deep
Battling big dragons,
they can lose their compass mark
-but rise each morning
Each epic, wide-eyed
one of them knows their value
and teaches us ours
Rocking their theme-songs
like a soundtrack in their souls,
their every breath chimes
The colors they keep
ebb and flow and radiate
from their words, their walk
They don’t question love
They live with ferocity
They know what they know
Where might I stand to be sheltered from safety
Danger is dancing on the horizon tonight and I dare you to say whether it’s dawn or twilight
I tell it to teach me the good trails to take
The Secret trails to take
Where, when I weave and travel as danger does now, others stare and plead “take me too”
And if they’ve truly electric in their veins, then I can
We’ll go and we’ll stay
And we’ll dance
We’ll teach and we’ll weave
While we travel
Far East at First
You give me snapshots
Of just what living looks like
You bring me balance
Thoughts, clouds and wishes
I call them one and the same
Lest the mind play games
If I speak of the longing
Does it negate my peace?
I want not to owe joy any debt
And what of the absence
For these one million nights
Ought I think that I don’t deserve rest?
When I’m down on my knees
Asking God to hold you
Lest I fail to place your heart most high
A far part of me knows
From your eyes and your prose
You’ll arrive in answer to my sigh
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