I could have marched for peace
I could have prayed for community of love
I could have
I could have
I stood out of the closet…that had been the most difficult prize for me
I could have been ‘turned’ around…or so men thought.
Turned in thorny ways…in bed…but not all can be bought.
No matter where I lay, to rest is always challenged.
I lay my politics aside by the nighttime table
I lay my words near my lover’s adornments
Sex is far removed from my inner drive
The field of change…yellow, blue, red, and rainbow…keeps what I offer far and above, alive, alive
I discovered my vows in the bottom of a box
Scribbled, smooth as silk….yellow, red, purple…
of love and such.
With tannery hands,
I brushed away the
I gently blew away the dust.
Endearment’s endeavors had been so young…way back when.
Impasse coupled with miracles…a constant friend.
Years of having worn my heart on my sleeve…lavished me in self proclaimed, misery.
It is only now, by virtue of, love’s vows…
I see the greatest gift of all.
‘You have taught me to take life less seriously.’
Tell me where to turn.
Tell me where to be different.
Un-knife the knives.
Take back the barren bats banging on a coercive black tar ground.
Let me, us, believe, this is hatred.
Hatred cannot surrender until it is unearthed, out in the open and left for the restless to kick around.
Kick around, back to centuries ago.
To a place where the ignorant refuse to grow.
I brighten when she and I mend and bind together.
No religion, no oblivion, just a feeling I wish to hold.
There is no mask I could wear that her fingers cannot trace.
When leaning her warmth into me…
My love understands, my mind…a porch swing.
An accident preparing for catastrophe.
When she leans into my darkness…
She leans into the darkness…nonetheless.
So surreal when she goes away.
For a moment, I am no longer tucked in by her gentle ways.
My vision is cut in half.
My wandering less vivid.
Being alone appears as a hard pass.
Broken concrete sits upon my feet.
Rugged, distant and very oblique.
When she goes away northern passages linger with rain.
When she goes away…I am no longer tucked in by her gentle ways.