What is love?
Love is the complete absence of judgment!
What is hate?
Just open your window…and, you will see!
Lastly, last night’s vigil…
I could not write you a love song.
I would not know where to start.
But last night’s vigil,
reaching for you is where it turns the light from the dark.
My words have never been acquainted with eloquence.
Yet, then came the touch of your skin.
The simplest gesture for many years…unrecognized.
Truest freedom is to lay down by your side.
Misguided romance and nightly party favors,
had been my used to be, host.
Anger’s undercover liaison.
Who had promised to protect me from me.
Hostage of the Heart…had been the bedtime tale.
Spoken words intended to make the strong frail.
Through the trail of fears,
you have taken back my night.
Lastly, last night, you lay beside me…as you always have.
As always, daring me to care.
Lastly, last night’s vigil.
Home at last.
Lastly, last night.
Home at last.
Outside looking in
Clearly I cannot forget the tips of your tears falling
your..calling…of my name.
Or, black satin draped windows…
claiming love’s soul.
Years have collected
clarity has cast perspective.
Did I disable you?
But still the night scares take you
It’s easy enough to let shoes drop…
where they may.
pink and blue
The devil had taken your dues.
Every tide that becomes the ocean
Every leaf on every fallen tree
no deeper than…
every fleeting glance,
what of destiny?
we look back?
with fist full of shortcomings
my love for you will stand tall.
In everyone of our love’s season
whatever the deep need of your demons
I vow to be your voice of reason.
an impetus of my thoughts…
ties like a stolen heart hanging on a single limb
waving in the distance, those I have lost…those I have yet to meet
my intimacy has stretched one lone minute into days
a simple glance to my love has turned like a leaf in the fall
our infinity is willful…through the light and the dark
time has captured the ease in which love will always bleed
looking, mortality in the eye…like a discarded pod to a seed
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.
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