Two


Love
leads
us to truth.

we climb
through the rubble
and debris and lies
of a past less ordinary
to claim our
History.


Love
cuts
through our soul


I hear you
when you can’t speak.
I feel you
when you cry out
in joy
or in pain,
I got you.

Love
bonds
us to love.

let us cry out
together.
let them know
our song.
let them know
that we are more.

my love
is
your love

I got you,
and you have me:
all
of
me.
what else do we need?

together
we are
one.


epilogue:
my heart
to your heart.
your beautiful soft lips
to mine.
tell me no lies
and I will
sing
to you
of love.

Clairvoyant

tightly rounded shoulders.
arms crossed
defiant.


emotional mma champ
4 decades running.
all
holds
barred.

pursed and
shriveled lips
frame an austerity
so sharp,
your acerbic wit
oft goes
unchallenged
&
unnoticed….


like your heart.


not yet shriveled,
it is tight with a yearning,
for that breath of life
denied
so long ago,
time
and time again.


you see,
when you looked in my eye
and said,
“I’ll be fine”.

I already knew.


and you did too.



still

waiting.

a cup
that never runneth.

even birdsong
drowns
in its own stagnation.

something,

coming but
never here….

only the
waiting.

waiting for love to finally (re)appear.

waiting for destiny to thrust aside care.

waiting for hope to push back fear.

waiting to age, one more year.

flowing
through rushing currents
of life ecstatic,
still my friend,

i wait for you.