Catch the twinkle in my eye?
Slip it in your purse.
It's the only star you'll need in this universe.

You have it to keep
Treat it well.
What the future brings no one can tell.

You've had it ten years now.
A boy of five and a girl of three.
The twinkle shining bright via two smaller versions of you and me!

TO HOLD AND TO OWN

   Life in frantic motion
   the daily round takes its toll    
   the mind ***** in the dirt
   that but pollutes the heart –the same story retold
   of man’s restlessness and craving
    to hold and own
    but grasps only the wind and dust
    he steps back and weeps alone
    
     this malaise—this sickening of the soul
     is the summary of  his diminishment
      he chooses to hold and own
      that which leads to his destruction and punishment

      for
      what’s the worth of a person
      a life
       that falls into the quagmire of self-dissolution?

       but
        there is redemption
        there always is if the sufferer
         is willing to let go the old—choose a new direction

         end
         the motion that threatens his claim
         to exist and take over his will
          then he will still retain a name

           desire,  the darkness within-
           the shameless desire---the hemlock
            that man drinks daily to oblivion
          in larger and larger does around the clock


          the day is insipid, the same humdrum
          life is a field barren and forlorn
          resurrection belongs only
          to those who choose to be reborn

         by surrendering the murky past
         that has clouded him for so long
          released from the pain and burden
          that has plagued him—he is the new man then-brave and strong.

When you finally get my heart in your claws
before the blood cools,
I want you to swallow it.
Swallow it whole
and choke on it.

We all swing back and forth.
Half the time there is darkness
which we get lost in.
Sleep:
where we again meet the people
who at some point made our hearts bleed.
And again,
they do that.
This time in darkness, but still with the color.

This is how I realized I'm over you.

I do not miss you anymore.
My soul that used to seek warmth
from your curt, unfeeling replies
now burn with an unwavering flame
fueled by the love I have for myself.
The eyes that used to hold galaxies and hidden universes
are now miles of sand,
a desert in nighttime.
Cold, dangerous, unforgiving.
A warning to stay away
or I will be lost forever.
That smile that makes your face
the brightest thing in the world--
my world--
reminds me of forgotten promises and an empty future.
I do not want any of that.
I do not need any of that.

But I do not hate you.
I hated the nagging silence,
the growing distance,
the poor excuses.
I hated that we fell apart.
But I never hated you.
I never could.
You were my escape
and my time with you had been filled
with fluttering butterflies, days of sunlight, and endless wonders.
For that, I'm thankful.

I'm over you.

Not a word was said ~
Above the hum of fingertips ~
His hands danced a duet ~
With her skin ~
Love made without voices ~
No hush nor whisper ~
The only noise ~ the sound of mutual desires ~
Intensely passionate love ~
They need not speak ~
Touch ~ Taste ~ Kiss ~ Skin
The only music they needed ~
And he ~
She ~
The only ones who need to hear ~