Not Pie

Act we, as if
Our piece of pie space
Our map-dot place
Is all there is

Defend it furiously
Argue to exhaustion
With a wrongful righteousness
Then wither with its fruit

But what when
We turn and take notice
God’s graced us with abundance
Its seeds to sow?

Pie

I loved you
I loved
Sleeping along side you
Listening to you breathe
Basking in your presence through the night
Seeing in the morning you were real
Sharing berries at breakfast with you

I’ll be damned — you were larger than life

And your walking away — without a goodbye — a most epic plot twist

A pie in the face afterall

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