Reciprocal
why
is it so easy
to love, without thought
to possession, to jealousy, with
forgiveness and understanding
but so difficult
to offer any of it
to yourself?
why
is it so easy
to love, without thought
to possession, to jealousy, with
forgiveness and understanding
but so difficult
to offer any of it
to yourself?
everything is on the one
and bodies combobulate
into a lay-down-disco…
i see: your wine-cellar
needs repair, it’s languished
for far too long; but
im sommelier for the sun
and know a throng when
i see one; surrender
to this throbbing. we’ve
seen this all before, adored it,
done ignored it, but seldom
been this. but listen:
why praise the afterglow
of glitter if we never choose
to glisten? afterall, we both
know how well our blues align.
so if we fail to break into
the beauty between us, then
all this big bang is for naught;
a wasteful use of constellations,
but quenching taught us better,
the reprieval in our bodies’ folding.
and if love says “retrieve”, we must.
I can’t sleep.
Searching continues for
ideas
words
llama crafts for kids
space on my To Do List
manners to de-stress
quality downtime
a way to shut down my tabs
or at least put tabs on sleep mode.
Closing my eyes won’t hurt.
Mouse and keyboard crash.
Bang.
Eyes open wide,
body jolts like a live wire,
heart pounds at the sudden sound.
The need to lay down has come
but tabs are still open.
I can’t sleep.
The dizzy tragic of morning light
through stained glass windows
in the westwork that spans
the distance between towers;
a cathedral that (I am positive)
appeared in my 6th grade
Social Studies book.
Dear Holy nave of spine,
Fertility of imagination,
Deliver the architecture
set for me in bone and spires,
brain and heart.
When you suffer early art,
you pray for more.
