the moon is not the only one awake tonight
for we are wide eyed
and you are curled up,
like a newborn kitten,
and covered in a blanket,
as thick as our words.

my kisses cover your face
like millions of glowing constellations
in this night sky
but you still do not love me
the way i love you.

don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.

juggling mates
and
attitudes

their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of them:
one of their
key words is
"love."

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God

for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don't feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.

I am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.

put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.

I don't want to leave
our limb-locked warmth in our sheets,
but the day calls us.

I should hate you
for making me fall in love.
I should despise you
for breaking my heart.
I should curse your
memories for always being there.

I should feel all of that..
...but I don't...

Instead,
I love you
for teaching me to love again.
I love you
for making me feel again.
I love you
for the wonderful memories you bring.

Yes, I should hate you,
despise you,
curse you,
but instead,
I love you.

-E.T.

Catching the rain
with your love

I'll meet you in a song
I'm ready for your rain

These pages torn
from my heart
I give to you
to write love
anew

I'll meet you in a song
with these pages
you've written something new