You cannot tell her she's beautiful,
You cannot tell her you love her,
You cannot tell her she's your world
When she's at her best moments.

You may only tell her those things,
If you're ready for her to have those off days,
If you're ready for her to not always wear makeup,
If you're ready to deal with her mood swings,
If you're ready for her to be clingey some days and distant others,

You cannot tell her any of the pretty little comments,
Unless you can handle her
Alone at two A.M.
As she's struggling with life,
And wondering why

She is not enough to win her own internal battles

in the icy swirl
          of deep-inhale
            I reach down inside
                      to darkest
       heated flesh-fabric
removing the clothing
of my soul,
feeling the layers
                slowly  undone
                      the flay
                        of my own fleece
                          the peeling
                    of my own pelt
            penetrating
                through tissue,
                     a journey to the
                          deep heart of me,
                         cut in one clean move
                         and yet, like a miracle
                  there is
             no pain
                   just magnet-connect
                     beyond the cusp
                            of words
                              that curl from our
                                             tongues
                                      rising up in
                      latticed affirmations
                    a cleansing in frost
a constant, aquamarine renewal
and there is no past
no future
      just this prism
           of crystal liquid jewels
      flowing in
gentle,
         cellular music
             straight into the strands        
                    of our veins
and I miss you
like you have gone
on the long winter hunt
my longing splayed out
like an animal skin on
                    four poles
its tendons stretched
beyond measure
yet holding fast
with a roof over my head,
                    I acknowledge
             my restlessness
I am my own
       hunter-forager,
         both searching and found,
                     gathering up bits  
               of velocity
stroking the ribbons
of passion
stoking the fires of my
              heart and hearth
protecting what is us
like a lioness
for we are overflowing
with both strength
         and tenderness
              our own bones
ingredients of the wild soup              
of our feral union
of our constant rebirth
our very dna
          weaving itself
like heartstrings
               in the rush      
of
       time

It may be difficult
even if you in the Senate
or a Representative
next week
how to come on to that lithe sweetheart
who you think about
Can I hug her and say sweet nothings in her rear
I mean ear
how many drinks must I buy her for
I try to cop a feel
Can I lie like a director
best say I am not a producer
just an Editor?
I was witty charming attentive.
God tell me what to do now?

according to pure reason  
to be elected to Senator or President
one must have at least eight
****** predator allegations against them.
I'm running for Senator one day when
it takes good morals and a dream to make America great again.
I will mean it. Not just act like an *** on a bus and get elected anyways.

never sure the water from dribbles   pure
from ever flows might maybe iron   rust
taint the clearest water pures    with
lust with calcium with ores
until
one day the fountain stood and shined
like raindrops from the crystal sky and spoke
dear sir you are mine
and kissed my brow my mouth with dreams
and washed my feet and called my name
and  made my life all seem
crystalline
stood in mists from evermore
and took my hand in hers
and shined

You are
           my ever shining light
heart
           of all my dreams,
the softest touch of the
           breeze
and the sparkle in
           moonbeams.
My first
           thought in the morning
my last
           every night,
you are
           my Knight in shining armor
my life’s
           true story delight.
You are
           the kiss upon the wind
my star
           from above,
the heart
           of my heart
the essence
           of my love.
You are
           the song of my soul
my
           forever destiny,
the meaning of my
           life
you are the other half of
           me.
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