We’ve just the one cape
Between the two of us
And it seems to be all we need
I remember the first time I noticed
That you’d wrapped it around me
And all this time later
I’m still stunned by the heroic tenderness of that act
A million times since
I’ve sensed to reach over and cover your back and strengthen you
I envision
We’ll eventually
Don the thing together as one
As fly off in search of
So many other shoulders to soothe
Would you be mad
If I gave that chair over there
-the one in front of the old machine-
An inviting, gentle kick
Would things go awry
If I set my feet, then my dinner
Upon it and asked
That it pretend it’s a table
I play games with eyes
I can’t apologize or say why
In Peek-A-Boo, I play into
Your green or blue or grey eyes
I challenge you to I Spy
Defiant, Captain, May I?
On cue, out come your Hi games
Your Sideways Hello-Bye games
The send-the-soul-mile-high games
The make them laugh, then cry games
I play, no matter -You’re a star
I’m a lover of all you are
And all these games aren’t really games
They’re ways to keep the time
‘Til you and I look eye to eye
Beneath the pale
And from on high
Promise hello
All we want
for the ones we love
is for the rock that knocks
them from their tree
to be Ordained
and fit perfectly
in their palm
as they climb their way back up.
May it be just so
for any and all
who hear our prayer.
I understand the search
The take-aim at the unknown for the purpose of purpose and peace
Back up to the moment when it slipped from our skin and we continued along, with barely a downward glance
Feel from afar that moment we made the choice
To compromise
To acquiesce
To call our own another’s yes
And be resolved
That unless there’s silk or cinnamon involved
To never slip again
Where…my mind’s eye searches for
…just a footprint, a proof.
Like a phantom limb haunts
Dares me to remember
Why…did it flee and what fear
…stole it and stripped my blood
Of the warmth it once shone
Of evidence of the glee
All…interrogatories
…are irrelevant now
All that matters is That
I reclaim what is mine
From several floors below
You scream to me for dear life
A deep, earnest, raspy plea
And although I cannot tell exactly what you need from me
The beautiful desperation in your voice
Has awakened me finally and I will give you all that I have
Where might I stand to be sheltered from safety
Danger is dancing on the horizon tonight and I dare you to say whether it’s dawn or twilight
I tell it to teach me the good trails to take
The Secret trails to take
Where, when I weave and travel as danger does now, others stare and plead “take me too”
And if they’ve truly electric in their veins, then I can
We’ll go and we’ll stay
And we’ll dance
We’ll teach and we’ll weave
While we travel
Far East at First
If I speak of the longing
Does it negate my peace?
I want not to owe joy any debt
And what of the absence
For these one million nights
Ought I think that I don’t deserve rest?
When I’m down on my knees
Asking God to hold you
Lest I fail to place your heart most high
A far part of me knows
From your eyes and your prose
You’ll arrive in answer to my sigh
Consider the heartbeat
The “Yes” of each pound
The hope in between
The thrill of its rush
The smile in its calm
The “Hello” of the first…and the last
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