We must sit alone through This
No one has our back
Not forsaking sunlight then
Nor the sturdiness of these vintage legs
Doors behind us closed, by intent
Facing East, where will our colors lead us
What mystery does the morning hold
What certainty does twilight promise
My longing drips from every note and I’m quite tired from it
The truth is others dance away while I am fated to sit
The aching seems to fuel the band of devils in this cruel world
What do I sing of hope and love to the woman and the girl?
Don’t neglect the raspberries
Come July
Hidden unless you’re looking
Specifically for sugar
Gaze past the Morning Glory
Wolf Eyes
Find there our last kiss
Left at grandma’s house
Memo to self:
When the sun goes down on all he said
I ask why
The battering continues
That the night, without reason
Brings more questions than respite
Is the very reason
I forsake
The bruises and words of him
This, our second time around
She needs this: Be Him
The One to make trouble with
The best friend to kiss
What’s been in our window’s way, I don’t know
How many promising nights did we wait
Sun gracing each season’s skies through the years
That’s what they claimed all those arduous days
But our eyes didn’t see
What our skin didn’t feel
Now comes the end, so the calendar sings
Belt it out here, with me
Not a song that tells you you’ve got to go home
Instead check the window sign
You’re not alone
Continue to do this
Come here
Trash-picking
Ignoring the treasure in your shoes
Until such time you find
A quiet mind and deep desire
To finally meet
Yourself
In all those better angels who’ve asked you
Won’t you dance
A different dance
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