Come, June

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These hallways and hearts
Will miss you
But this
Godspeed
You were born for
Neither let your ears cry
Nor hear goodbye
When you go, you leave
Your heartprint
Here
Take us, also
The Voices we found while together

These Hallways

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I need to think they know each other
They, the other-worldlies
The lost-in-noticing-ers
With vocabularies of gods, speculating

I see them and fall mesmerized
Them, with foreheads furrowed
With wanting, wondering
How the world’s this way or that

I crave their impetus
Their, them, that electrified being
That doesn’t seek convention
Or need to be defined

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Steph: An Epic Poem

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She,
I think,
Would be Stephanie
A love I didn’t know I needed
A friend from a Friend
Both martyred
For, what are true friends for?

She,
Stephanie,
Would have gifted me
A kind word
A wise word
Both since otherwise elusive in my world
For, looking back, what did I expect?

She,
Steph, we’d have called her,
Would be a poem -nay, is a poem
A poem and sister to a brother
A work of art with no end, they are
Both Epic story-songs
For, hear thou, their lyrical air?

She,
Stephanie,
Would be safe from me now
A sword of truth having pierced my soul
A prayer of forgiveness asked
Both to self and sin, I desire to die
For what, but abandonment, is there?

She,
Stephanie,
Would be thirty soon
A soul eternal
A girl, a woman
Both alive
For, ‘tho I don’t deserve, why too am I?

Sway

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Kindness is why the World
Rises or falls
Thrives or survives 
Why after the fairy tale ends
We walk
Together or apart
Kindness, it means the world 

Kindness is whether 
I serve you donuts
You serve me coffee
Whether when the sun dips low
We rest
Fine or fitfully 
Kindness no matter the weather

Nod

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It would ebb and flow
Much as the tide

One line lapping at the next 
Ethereal

The imperceptible presence of salt
A mineral bath for the senses

Our secret 
I’m telling you here

If 
We sang