Let’s try this again
Let me hold what protects you
Let time take its time
Radio Silence
Ok, Change gods, have your holy way
For, with me or without me, you’ll carry on today
I choose, with me, my goal remains to grow
Now move upon your mandate, I’ll close my eyes and go
As you adjust the channel, I’ll hold on, right or wrong
Spin me up a new song, I’ll learn to sing along
Neverlove
Proof I wasn’t broken when we met
I loved unguarded
Neither life vest nor safety net entered into the equation of me plus you
I just trusted my breath and followed the man who’d stolen it from me
I trusted
Not knowing you couldn’t
Never expecting you’d studied me, unwilling instead to blindly follow wherever your heart might take you
I was a calculated move for you
Where did that get you but gone
And I can no longer breathe
Backroads
There’ll be no bicycle parked outside my heart
At your disposal
Your hands are unclean
Your feet too unwilling
Not enough strength in your lungs
To ride with my whimsy
I backtrack along backroads that lead to sunflower fields
And I’ve seen your eyes fall short of reverence
I offer too often, too much — my invitation time and again to set a spell
For the sunlight’s forever waning
It’s a light we need to follow
Can’t I wish to hold each photon with you?
Delete: A Haiku
You can’t deserve me
Leave on your shoes, eat berries
Stay in the bramble
Original Thought Credit: “Aurora Leigh;” Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Exchange
We each do need to save ourselves
To move through
To move on, if we’re lucky
This picture
This paint, these colors, peeling
Won’t always be adhered to this wall
This wall won’t always be
Talk to me and I’ll talk to you
Scream if you need to
I sometimes do
Alone, on our own, for now
But someday we’ll talk with eachother
It’s what the sage says
Auroral Zones
Untitled
Some gravitational pull
Or easterly mysticism
Compelled my travels
I had to go to Planet X today
What promised to be a meditative thing
Instead left me
I, now with mere baubles and defunct space junk
Re-entry burned me
The landing gave me new perspective
The Earth is indeed flat
Love is always light-years away
There’s no cadence to this
miracle heart transplant
there is no Noah-gene abounding of me
no spin of the wheel offering another lifespan allowance equal to what you’ve long since spent
in silence, find truth
there is no infinite number of star-filled skies
no take-backs or do-overs, despite my shouts of forgiveness and this miracle heart transplant
in truth, find silence
O, Northern Neighbor
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