time
shrinks.

time grows.

old friends
reunite,
and,
part again.
wearing baobab smiles.

but the spark of nostalgia
burns
slightly
brighter.

She came to me last night.

again,
for the first time.

It was a sunny afternoon in California.

Riding the Greyhound down a highway I’ve never travelled before.

She was sunny and beautiful,
funny and strong

&
Australian.

I fell in love before she hopped aboard
(She was hitchhiking)

I clumsily and purposefully flirted in clumsy Kiwi dialect, claiming Aussie heritage;
she was not amused,
but she smiled anyway.

It felt…. real…. so very real…. then I realized….I have been here before,
on this bus,
with this woman,
on this road to nowhere.

It was not deja vu,

I realized
within the dream, that she was a dream.

am I not one too?

I shook myself awake.

two dates in two decades,

and the affair is complete.

dancing
freely
upon the
ankles of soot covered
angels
I breathe,
free,
again.
many will not,
until
cruel
and selfish want
burns bright.

angels are
infinite,
so come dance with me,
wickedly and lovingly.
come fall with me,
into deepest beauty.

revisiting old
nostalgias

&
terrors,
patterns
fall into place.

falling,

becomes habit

for those who

fear

their wings.

unscorched Phoenix
knows not
the kindling of its birth.

blind, fresh,
naive, and true,
its power found
in the absence.

one
at
a
time;
moments-

 

 

 

slipped tenderly
on,

one,
followed by
another,

 

and

 

another.

 

so it goes

and soon…..
there
you have it:

a life
lived.

bravely
sadly
exuberantly
lovingly
grandly.

 

 

lived.

 

one
pearl
at
a
time.

Flowing from expectant wings
freelovin’, and pure of naughty things
love and lust: there is no division
a kiss equal to Angel’s submission

in the beginning,
again.

seeking
calm
by
not
searching.

waiting
to be found,

again.

and again

and,

again