Move amongst who’s quick to quip
“I love you,” and the like
Together, if even apart
Find yourself offering up applause
Whether they crush it
Whether they barely manage a tick
An, “atta boy”
An, “atta girl”
In this life and beyond
Tag Archives: Love
Pardon Me
Shadow work to do now
Let’s face it — I didn’t care
I did, and then…I didn’t
I do — or it’s possible, I don’t
Tell me what you think, and don’t hold back
We can’t stay here forever
For fuck’s sake, why would we want to?
Who isn’t ready, at this point, for some great and epic adventure!
Who?
Tell me
This is my prayer, my petition
My pardon
Doves: A Haiku
Now friend, come outside
See me, how I summon thee
Each and ev’ry morn’
605 Nights
Too many nights
Tonight finally was
Begging God
Which He warns us against
But He loves you, so
Just this one last time….
Bring him back
I love him unending
Bid him tell me why
I was not worth a goodbye
The mirror becomes exhausted seeing your broken heartedness
605 nights
You finally break your own heart enough to tell yourself
I love you, Lisa
Say that instead
Such words do not feel so difficult or surprising afterall
And you believe it
We Slay
May I melt into you at sunset, when our day is done, and the deep — delicious, as a buffet — lies before us?
Will you walk with me into that starred-space, wish upon the seconds with me, and show me what courage in the dark can accomplish?
Battle with me — and sometimes, for me — fellow-dreamer, in those in-between hours, then soothe my mind when I wake to the day
So again I may slay 
In the Making: My Haiku
Walk first, if you must
Though eyes downcast, chin up, love
Always, your chin up
We: Our Haiku
We’ve all these -isms
Seeking meaning and purpose
Why neglect to Love?
Brave: A Haiku
Make you move mountains
Love me like a big-leaguer
Make you run not walk
To Dad
I tried
Together to rip off the band-aid with you
To allow the city sun to shine upon the wounds we allowed others to inflict
Vitamin D for our tough-skinned inner-child
The parentified children we were
The superhero we each became
Heal with me, I shrieked to deafened ears
The same way we’d said it to dad
Heal for me
New Ocean
A freeing, I imagine, is the gift we’d gift eachother
Leave the striving and othering to striving others grasping for some brass ring
Leave the grasping to the ocean waves that want more of the shore
A new ocean and eachother’s, I know…gold rings…free
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