Torqued

I will gift you
Machine man, me
Eyes clear now
Future-ready
Take your Soldier hand
Study, journey with you
This trip around the Sun
We familia

I will gift you
Speed demon, victory
Bodies torqued
This skin, yours
Time trials completed
Finish line, Westward
This whispered promise
We checkered-flags

I will gift you
Sugar boy, pie
Feed you tenderly
Sing to you
In perfect pitch
Make a wish
This catch-me vision
We with lights on

All is All

I thank you
That you
Who saw me as I am
Refused to let me be

All I could be
Is all you saw

I thank you
That you
Rejected me
As such

This helped me see
You



In You

They were both tall and brunette
And, also like me, with child(ren)

Gentle in purpose, were we
We three moved through our space with womanly grace

Believing and knowing life was bigger than us
And yet, still, we seemed bigger than life

That day I felt my foot slip, I stumbled so slightly
My sister in her mind, offered assistance to me

She and I noticed your absence of hand
Upon her, the higher, we felt your eyes land

What was it, we wondered, you’d hoped to achieve
Moving your heart from the woman who’d believed

In you

I See

This morning, it seems, these eyes sting of defeat

“Look harder,” the stormy air asks
“See clearly the calm, the victory now, here for the weary faithful.”

It was passive perhaps, to remain on the mat
Yet, that was The Way, way back then

Voracity and patience, be purposeful now
That the challenge of hope, the determined eyes
Shall be the reward, the brass ring

Just pick up your mat
Just see

How Happy

Do you wonder
How I can tell
What is your tell

I see into windows
Frost-covered and wishing for shutters
For the passage of time

And inside
A frozen home infested with uncertainty
Inhabitants fleeing or fled

Some foundation
Proud, I think, given its lack of examination
Not wanting the neighbors to know

Of Your Time

Which is better of a tree? Which is better use of me?

To speak of its presence? Saying, “How strong its solemness, standing tall, withstanding all?” Asking you to close your eyes and opine on how it could be that such a tree only sometimes sways and creaks, whilst all creatures around it move about, busily in elsewhere mode?

Or shall I show this photograph…evidencing all my skill? See here my theft of light, my manipulation of mirrors? All the while holding my breath, knowing all I’d offer you was a lie to your eye, an insult to its blessed, innate sense of depth, of dimension?

Walk we instead, up to this friend and touch, even taste its barked bend? It won’t mind! Trace your finger to its roots-there’s solemnity! Follow, follow upward eyes, leaves dancing in the wind. Shading, singing as a friend?

Point On The Globe

Meet me here, this point on the globe, to see what we must see

There is a hill, there is a kiss, and an eye color I need to prove

On that certain uncertain sidewalk, you seemed as a giant then

In need of you, but I, with no mind to know or mouth to speak

Say our peace now, lest forces drive us our separate ways

Bring your hearted treasures -I’ll save them with you, this time

And so it is today, yet more, to hold a whole lifetime again