Is it the moon
In lunatic phase
Or perfect genetics within
That forces your hand
And tells you to tear
All that covers your skin
As life asks your heart
To keep looking far
Your feet will soon learn to keep pace
You’re promised, my love
All that shines above
Forever will seek your raised face
Hold me
With the intensity
That you’d otherwise shed your own blood
I’ll hold you
Absorb it
Then exhale out the flame that calms you
Our kiss
Realized
Tuesday, June some day, some year
Photo: looking East to frozen sunrise; Lake Michigan, Milwaukee, WI
Yours is the me
Okay
Who has let down her hair
And called out the youth
To know its own name
Is
Okay
Wondering, wandering, white-cotton boy
How many teeth did you see
As you made your way through
The waves of this World
Did water give respite to thee
Without wind or sail or even an oar
To propel your dreams onward to land
Did you bear your teeth only
At darkness and fear
And when others sought help, gave your hand
There’s a wilder love
Than one could dream possible
With a feral soul
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
