To touch — though trembling — my own regret
Or the parts of me about which I wish to forget
To steal back words I spoke from my unknown fears
And the squandered minutes that turned into years
To give only love to places that feel most hated
But allowing no ground when boundaries are debated
I sealed my yesterdays with fervency’s kiss
Then woke up tomorrow and carried out this
Know I slipped away
Missed us intolerably
As you remained gone
The movie house has shut its doors
The Nepalese cafe burned down
Some ocean somewhere lost its salt
Some mountain range fell to the ground
Our schoolhouse — just a memory
Our hometown, your address belies
Just you, just me, but never we
Just why won’t time become goodbye
What are we to do
When at the end of each day
Goodbye will not come?
Sexy Summer Day
I won’t let you slip away
Not without a fight
I don’t remember Rome
My feet upon the Spanish Steps’ amber hollow
Too, the rushed-through blue
Maserati 5-speed — did I dream it?
Adam’s lapis aura above mine own
It all escapes me, St. Peter’s Square
Peering out over the shoulders of Saints
Counting each cobblestone
And, inside, La Pietà
What tears and blessings I carried away
Yet, I still see Versailles
Grandeur in the Hall of Mirrors
Forgiveness thence reflected
Learning of gold-gilded love
Take me, as, I’ve never been
Would the knave or the knife or whatever this pain be
Would usurp someplace else than the wound ‘twas left in me
Would that I have the chance with the welded tines of time
Would not I, having danced, not unspeak love’s blue-eyed rhyme?
Stand up straight today
Lock your bones back into place
Be ‘bout your business
Never is not a length of time
But a condition of the heart that wants to believe
And would welcome help
Understanding has capacity
Yet, will not blindly accept
An old soul you must assure, as you walk it across the street
Fight — innate in these bones
Blood-born, not a choice
The sun will set and rise o’er the strive to set things right
Love is what I was
Love is what I’ll always be
I’ll never understand why you didn’t fight for me
Know you are loved
No matter what
No matter the blurry bygone dreams for Paris
Whether withering and feeling dry-dead
Wondering what of this salt and this sea
Pensive be
Whether you love me
I love you
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