For so long for certain
It’s been about
Getting up, up, off, off the mat
Jabbing when you must
Ducking if you need
Floating on your toes
Staying off your heels
Yet now I am certain
This looks like a draw
Or someone’s else’s bout
I’m calling it
Strutting from the ring
Still on my game
Setting sweet lyrics to the tone of the bell
Such is my soulmate
A book
A hardcover Guide To Kindness
This marriage
No industry harm shall it do
Mixing anecdotes, poetry, humor
For love is truly love
Each genre held in high esteem
Original edition, sacred
Come from behind the black velveted moon and stars
Mr. Warlock
Mr. Wizard
For I know you’re magic
And I need your magic
To end the smoke that has left me unable to breathe
To shatter the mirrors I don’t dare look into
Which cloak might I wear while we sit and you whisper in alchemist drawl?
Only, only softness come ’round my shoulders today
Yesteryear’s harsh caress wiped clean
By a silly child’s clinging arms
The cinnamon purr of a warm West Wind
And Eastern kindness brewed just for me Mystically
Tiny, shiny red dress in the dark of my closet
Hanging next to that wishin’ shirt
Barefoot together, I’ll wear them, I will
Sitting on my porch swing, eyes closed, crickets applauding
A summer night so warm, I’ll not care I’m alone
Invite me to listen
To all you believe
I’ll sit proper
Hoping to hear, but knowing I won’t
How what’s in your heart spilled out to the streets
We’ll toast to your voice and I’ll take my leave
Talk with me though
On all that you know
How you held the grey captive
Extending your hand -healed it
I’ll ask you to speak slow, I’ll stay at your feet
My heart your tent of gold
When, without aiming,
you still dare to spill your soul
-there goes white-hot grace.
I know you spoke gently to her
With just the right answer in your eyes
To match the question in hers
Since there was music
She moved closer
And you made the most of the dark, I know
We run the good race
And along the route we learn
To thirst for what’s right
Unconscious now
But if you
Come
Closer
Drifting off with me
I’ll tell of the dream
Of the contrast between
The ambient warmth
And
The silencing chill
The pressure
Oh
The release
The innocent question
Blink
The you-know-what-you-did
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