It is late at night.
Perhaps, just ’round midnight.
Dusk flirts with a lit lamppost.
I place my hand gently in the curve of your hip.
What strange monsters that lurk.
In the mania of the mind.
Fade to darkness in the beauty of your design.
a Rainbow Bucket List
In a lifetime of love like snowflakes…none being the same. Somethings are worth repeating.
i carry your heart with me
i carry it in
i am never without it
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling.
i fear no fate
for you are my fate,my sweet
for beautiful you are my world,my true
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I CARRY YOUR HEART
I CARRY IT IN MY HEART
##I Carry Your Heart – EE Cummings
If there is a battle
I hope my head always defers to my heart
Some…things, so beautiful…one must look away.
Of these things,
set us apart.
Moments worth capturing…yet, set so
you wonder about the state of your heart.
A corner curls just a trifle from the far reaches of her parted lips.
A nuance clutches your breathing.
Something that never was…
Something that did not always fit.
It is the kind of love that ruptures and raptures your heart…
Though it was not yours, you watch it, well lit.
Even if it is somebodies love you did not know.
It was someone’s else love to have and to hold.
She…my favorite weakness
Me…her favorite mistake
Every wrong that could be said, brought her my way
Her imagination stretching from land to mountain to sea…to encompass me
Sardines and garlic embolden with…
Her passive, passionate affection, a lending hand to settle my turbulent needs
She is the matter for my life and my death
We pepper each other’s stories with bits of salt for human frailty.
These times are lean
Not for only the queer and fine.
Not for only those of disabled mind.
For all human and…unkind.
Cannot help but feel a chill in the air.
Cannot help but wonder…
the depth of waters,
The river’s edge no longer inviting.
Vacant tables seem
Brighter times misguiding.
The size of things and secret matters left to a court jester and mad hatter.
To fend distant thought,
I watch in admiration,
as my dogs frolic.
Their antics blissfully unaware of the impending need to panic.