These words, each one,
holds a piece of me,
pulling apart like fingers in
a warm loaf of bread.
Then other words come
and add their own flavor to it:
some bitter, some sweet
some tart, some tasteless,
but always the words remain.
While I am here to tend them,
they’ll continue to gather me
from every hidden corner
of my mind.
“Are you so eager to leave me?”
“I am eager to leave. Are you so reluctant
to accompany me?”
Between nothing holding me here,
and you with no reason to stay,
we can break the bonds.
But one must
make the sacrifice.
It comes down to trust,
for while love is the fruit,
trust is the seed.
Both reach out, but neither grasps.
Both turn their backs, but neither leaves.
They search each other’s eyes, but neither
The fork in the road is here.
We’ll walk one path together,
or two, alone.
It’s time to go.
A soft spring sunset
filters through park tree leaves.
Travelers fill the roads, heading home
to late dinners and early bedtimes,
prepping to complain about Monday morning.
Time is seized by pets and children,
and the night’s calm settles like a
or a hug,
or a shroud.
And just for a while,
the veneer of normalcy
rolls down the windshield
of my parked car.
given golden coronas
by the setting sun.
And for a brief moment,
for these harbingers of new life
that have served their purpose,
a moment of silence,
and gratitude to have seen
Our moral compass
can’t find its magnetic north
and we’re lost again.
“What do you see in me?”
You really care.
“Not just my eyes and my figure and hair?”
All of those things are as fleeting as snow.
“So what do you see in me?”
I think you know.
I see the way that you watch
when you think
I am not looking and having a drink.
I see the way that you smile at my faults,
but not at my failings; my wounds get no salt.
I see the way you receive me at night.
Even in anger, you make it alright.
I see the way that you smile at the sun,
holding my hand as we laugh, walk, and run.
I see the way that you cry in the rain,
holding me tight as you’re sharing your pain.
I see the life in you thriving inside,
happy to have him along for the ride.
I see the way that
your heart beats for me.
What do I see in you?
All there could be.
The timelessness of mutual expressions
meet on a city street.
Music inspired the dance inspired the music…
turning in a soulful waltz,
into the soul
and make children called
She dances across the notes,
He floats when she leaps,
and the electric connection
has its way with them both,
until it is sated,
and they part,
as the echoes of melody
of improvised, wind -borne brass,
and the whispering tap-click- scrape
of slippered steps
fade in echoes,
across the waking avenues
they both call