So I'm cleaning up the dishes
From our dinner,
If you could call it that-
It was really just microwaved food,
Packaged carcinogenic frozen death.

And you storm into the kitchen,
Raving about something,
And you're bleeding,
And I'm screaming.

And I wake up on the couch
And realize that was never there
And you're sleeping next to me,
Unharmed.

Is the world through your clouded eyes.
there's no way to grow that don't hurt,

So let the light shine through,
Cleanly,
As it did in the beginning,

And love me.

Sitting here on his shoulders
Like a little child,

I can see over the heads of the crowd,
The hay bales and pumpkins,
And my troubles.

My spirit is lifted by this new and great height
And I am utterly free.

Here
In the spaces between the trees
Bands of light squeeze through and
Illuminate your mossy eyes,
Making them shine like diamonds.

Walk with me.
If we don't find our way back
To where we started,
We'll discover somewhere new.

Share with me a conversation
So much like our physical journey:
Exciting, refreshing,
Exploratory,
Slightly perilous.

Then, at last,
Share with me
An embrace warm and true
Of the kind that warm to the core,
That draw contented sighs,
Gentle smiles.

I have for you such quiet adoration,
Silent longing that would bleed me dry if I let it.
But I do not;
Instead I make it fortify my soul.

Walking through the parking lot,
I feel my hair starting to curl

And it's like when I feel my core
Heat and warm my all,
Making my cheeks tingle and redden

When I think about you:
How I wish you'd slip your arms around my waist,
Your hands pressing on the small of my back,
Pulling me in close enough to feel your breath on my neck
Refreshing me and rejuvenating my soul
Like a breeze in a room full of stagnant air,

Pull back just an inch,
Look into my face and my soul,
Close your mossy eyes,
and kiss me.

The raindrops are small,
cold,
piercing like shrapnel-

I am caught in the crossfire of the war in my mind.

Standing there
In that light,
You looked so good

Stirring the meats and sauces
In the pans on my stove
That I called your name,

And when you turned around,
And you wrapped your arms around my waist
And slid your hands down to my hips
And pulled me in tight

And our lips met,
Softly at first,
Then again:
Passionately,

I knew we were entering uncharted territory,
And it was beautiful.

You,
who give to me love Unconditional
Unquestioning
Endless, Eternal

True.

You who gave substance to me from YOUR body
You who were willing to sacrifice your very life for my own,

Beautiful.
Mysterious.
Enduring.

You who suffered so that I may Thrive,
and would do It Again,

You who are so like our Saviour,
You have put my joy before your own,

only to find the Joy was yours equally,

You are truly blessed.

thinking about the night we spent in the patchy grass
with the dry soil rubbing from the earth
onto our clothes
leaving its mark on us
as we left our mark on each other
i begin to feel unwelcome in my own body
and long for an escape
a chance to become someone else
like the long-legged femme with her mouth open
sending out
blue smoke rising in plumes
rising to heaven like a prayer from the mouth of a ******
with Wilde tattooed on her wrist and his rough pink hand on her shoulder
and her shoes: muddy slip-ons with holes worn through
and his eyes, telling me i have worn out my welcome
so i leave
and i find you
alone in a booth by the window
looking ruefully into the black depths of your big white mug
and i go to you; let you slip your fingers through mine
and again we find ourselves as before
endlessly intertwined.

See me as the Sweet Thing I want to be to you.

Hold me close so I can hear your heart;
Comfort me.

Let my supernova eyes glide over your form,
and your earthy ones survey mine.

Kiss me like you mean it.

My Soul was shut tight;
No light could ever enter such a place.

and here You are,
gingerly coaxing open the doors,
slowly pulling up the shades,
gently brushing the dust from the worn glass panes.

There are dishes stacked in the kitchen sink.
There is a skeleton in the closet.
The air is still musty and stagnant.

But:
The light is streaming in,
the sun's rays warming every surface, brightening the corners.

Progress.

And:
soon, this place will be clean,
bright,
new,
beautiful,
Yours.

Don't You know that I'm all full of love for *You?

This place
Is where I keep all of my worldly possessions
But it cannot be my home-

My heart is not here.

Where there is joy,
There resides my spirit.

Where there is harmony,
There is my joy.

Where there is love,
There you are.

Wrap me in your arms,
Caress my lips with yours,
Make me yours,
To have and to hold.

Take Me Home.

You and I knew it wasn't right.

But once the idea had been discussed,
It would not leave our minds.

We opened the door
And it wouldn't close again.

Afterwards, you pushed it shut with all your weight,
Sweating and out of breath.

We'd won,
But barely.

And the dust from that room
Hung in our air
And the light filtered through it,
Making it painfully visible,
Interminably present.

Can we open the window and let it out into the air,
Never to re-enter our sight?

I hope so.