When a child pulls on their handwork, it can never go back, it stretches

    such that when I am pulled wide open by mystical bonds transcending, I can never go back

          I stay open & honor the world in ways that can never be undone, beautiful, like mistake-ridden handwork

Gratitude abounds such that all are astonished by those needing to summon it, isn't it everywhere?

                         as is riddled love if only one seeks for that

it's mystifying, my hand reaches for you, in moonlight

          without my permission

 

You want your beloved just not distressed in body or soul

to embrace de stress or un stress or non stress, yet to love what one may not touch, to crime where laws have been drawn on dotted lines & erased

confusing, I am on the good side, am I not? The side of the good? I am eternally delighted therefore must be the right side? true side? laughter is always the good, right, true, right? over here?

a man who wishes me the fun of foxes in folklore, this man I love, he is ethereal and beyond reproach

when i look at his bigness

                                      I feel a coward in the shadows

You are braver, you know to believe in a moment's happenstance, the tapestry, they tangled their eternal bones, bigger than now

on the street we met, I open like a flower towards your sun

looked, liked, next we could mate, meld, only it didn't happen I don't know everything, but my considerable will pours everything into denying. It's still undeniable

       I was looking for my own home, not yours, therein lies my sad mistake, I built a home for you, it's the best of warm, romantic, softly lit and cushioned places, in the best of possible ways, but search & search for love, fruitless & bitter unyielding

ah this isn't my home, enough space for 2 plus company, with this biting wind asking me how to keep em that way and then leaving before I answered

so now I pull out the boxes, turn over the nightstand, rethink my roots, how many years until none of my neighbors get dragged to hell from a house round here?

I do not know what plenty would taste like, that is not something I have known, a whisper of a chance of an old promise, a yearn in the voice in a new song

 

Work that I love and a love that is no work at all, I have half; a very good start indeed I say as I sigh

I will not find another like you, I do not wish I did not know you existed

                                                              how I could have settled for the love of another

If I hadn't know the timeless exquisiteness dressed up as you

openness to a partnership is familial bonds in heart; in life; together; apart; near; far; everyone approves; celebrates; notices, we'd be like that, a match, you said swirling storm chancing on whirling cyclones, way too bright an incandescent mirror match might be maybe

You will always be warm from fighting because, friend, you love to fight. You love to save. Fight away! Vanquish all your demons and then look for the home you can find, you know the way, always you will know

You think I am beautiful & sexy although you have never used those words, you'll never

Bees love me and you, you are looking for thorns, you cut and claw your way through with your trusty dripping sword, warm from fighting, slash into danger, come out a hero again & again effortlessly, endlessly, all romantic man needs now is a heart to capture & release into the jungle

he freed me but now, I am free, I stay open no matter what

 

I fill up a hole

           with beautiful pain. It's to be put away now, down into the safe earth, she who holds my secrets, honors bonds and lessons endowed, unearthed, I can be a writer who lives alone by the sea, and writes, warm caramel happy in the wind, watches the waves, they and

noone speaks for me, I just listen, it's quite loud

 

You ask me again that which you asked four years ago, the very same night, this or that very night

dolphins watch the moon cycle, too, did you know

but not against their will