hum and feel the resonance
the pulsing movement of life
animating force of being
emanating from somewhere deep,
the parallel to the core of the everything  
the pulsing, the expansion and contraction
the vivid breath that so fills
these cavernous hungry lungs
concentric circles of vitality
cycles of comfort and risk
we vacillate in and out of vulnerability
witnesses to wonder incarnate

I will never give up.
Until I am only bone.

these colors, these lights
strung on a tree of bare branches
twinkling on and on
there’s nothing to celebrate
and yet they shine away

I'm never done with the innocence
You keep over your face.
It's so subtle, to understand,
Whether I'm in love;
Though I know, it's mere obsession
I had, for many other girls;
As many as a small boy can count.
It's so lovely, gazing you.
It's so lovely, imagining you.
But it's not lovely, to love you.
"And why? Ain't I prepared?"
I ask my heart.
"Of course you are,
But not for the heart break."
My heart replies.