Spring love.
If either of us dies
Tomorrow

It will be in celebration of
Winter passing.
Spring smells nice.

Us Norwegians live by
The weather.
When the

Hair stays on her
Pillow we both
Shave

Like there's no
Tomorrow.
I spell "love" however

I want.
Death adores its
Favourites.

Life and
Love hold hands and
Walk. We walk a lot.

You are so beautiful.
You are so young.
Won't you stay just the way
You are...

Days of pretending over,
You bask in the feeling
Of finally being seen.
I watch breathlessly.

Inside you is cotton and
Gold. I want to hang you on
My favourite wall and
Die gazing.

I want to put my most
Precious belongings in your
Chest and turn the
Key,

Toss it over my shoulder
And name you
Safe.
I put on my writing ring

And do this.
Tomorrow I smell you.
Tomorrow, I awaken again.
We count down and live.

How I spell
"Love"?
I hide my every alphabet

Within you.
We learn to burn our old
Preferences.

Enough gentle winds turn
Puddles into
Cavities.

I thank the grounds for not
Being levelled out
For once.

Not scared of hights any
More; I grunt when your feathers
Tickle my nose.

Godlessness.
Church is my mouth upon
You.

She's rock 'n' roll as if it was an
Element.
She walks to the sound of

Cobblestones worshiping her
Heels like the desert its rare
Rains.

Nightclub beats slow
Down to
Match her pulse

As she passes.
Narcissus loving himself
Before her; she mirrors

Men's fragile egos in the
Tears she produces when
Passing them with me

On her mind.
She's rock 'n' roll
As if unsilence itself commanded

A goddess to choose a body
To possess; her
Back straight

Like time was of no such thing
As the essence.
She slows down to match

My humble
Mortal
Pace.

I die.
Then
Not.

I love the sound you make
In your sleep when the hair on
My chest tickles your nose.

It's the most beautiful grunt.
With your make-up on on a
Saturday night, I'm stunned;

Can't breathe, but without it,
Fresh from the shower, you are
More woman than any.

I've been in love before, I've
Taken in a girl's morning
Breath and thought the smell

More refreshing than that of a
New book or guitar strings, but
****, I love the scent of your

Self.
How do you spell "love"?
I don't know. I struggle with

My own name when your
Eyes look up from whatever
Wherever and

Punch mine right between
Themselves with the force of
A grateful supernova.

You rub your cheekbones from
Smiling so much,
And I have found a feature to

Worship like a deity they raised
Pyramids for back before
They knew beauty from

Goddessness.
I am a lover of moments.
You breathe, then I.

New love.
New day.
Some strange sunrise in the
Eyes of the man she just
Possibly chose over
Many.

Not her preference at all, she
Thought, then closed her hand
Around her past, and with one
Last squeeze, let it go.
A man with issues and demons
Different than

The rest of them.
A soft touch -that new too-
And a habit of buying her lilies.
New love.
New day.
Some strange sun setting over

A lifetime of raised hands and
Voices.
Give me days, years, or more,
He whispers.
Love focused on feelings, not
Flesh.

And I will stand with
You. Lay
With you. Walk
Barefoot through
Meadows and minefields
With you.

Glove tossed in a challenge of
Love.
He braces his heart for her
To accept.
I'm bracing my heart for hers
To accept.

Zoom in. See your heart at its
Most spectacular through an
Electron microscope.

I've come to embrace our
Lack of foreverness, yet
Witness it through

Our faint touches hidden
Behind backs while passing.
No, there is nothing divine

Here. No shade of an angel's
Wing over our hearts as they
Stroke each other fleetingly,

Just two pieces of mud in a
World of dirt and
Water.

A broken man in a complete
Galaxy; I carry my pieces with  
My back straight.

This scarred heart is weak, but
My arms are well trained from
Taking its loads.

I'll carry yours when you need
Me to. Zoom out. See our joined
Hearts through a telescope.

Milky Way doorways.
The magical kissing of a neck
Across a threshold.

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Oo, totoo --
Hindi mo na kailangang ipagsigawang mahal mo ako,
Na aakyat pa sa tuktok ng bundok
Para isigaw ang pangalan ko,
At doo'y ihayag ang nilalaman
Ng damdaming nagsisidhi,
Sapat na sa akin ang ibulong mo ang mga salitang ‘yan.

Mahal kita --
Sabi nila, lahat ng panimula ay may pangwakas
Pero hindi ko mahagilap sa anumang libro
Kung may katapusan nga ba ang mga salitang yan.

Sa bawat letrang namumutawi sa aking bibig,
Hindi ko alam kung matatapos ba
Ang pagkatha ng puso ng sarili nitong lenggwahe ng "mahal kita"
Pagkat hindi ito isang antigong alahas
Na susuotin lamang sa mga piling okasyon,
Pagkatapos ay itatago sa kahon,
At kakainin ng alikabok sa lilipas na mga taon.

Sabi sa kanta,
"Walang sagot sa tanong kung bakit ka mahalaga"
Pero ang sabi ko nama'y
Tirik man ang araw sa pagtawa
O kulimlim man ang gabi sa pag-iyak,
Hindi ako mauubusan ng dahilan
Para mas mahalin ka pa.
Mahal, kaya ka pala mahalaga
At kaya pala mahalaga --
Ngayon, ngayo'y alam mo na.

Kukunin ko ang mga agiw
Sayong mga lumang gunita,
Pilit kong wawasakin ang mga pader
Na hindi akmang pumagitna sa'ting dal'wa.

Sa paulit-ulit **** pagsambit,
Noo'y natakot akong maglaho ang halaga nito
Natakot akong bawiin ng bukas ang bawat sinasambit mo
Pero ngayon, mas pinili ko nang masanay --
Masanay sa bawat pagbigkas mo
Kahit pa sabi ko noo'y ayoko
Kahit pa gusto kong itanggi
Kahit pa gusto kong limutin.

Pero oo, sapat na sakin ang tiwala mo
Sapat na sakin ang pag-intindi mo
Minsa'y di ko maintindihan sa telepono,
Minsa'y di ko malinaw sa pandinig ko
Pero alam ng puso ko:
Narinig ko.

Sa mga kamaliang pilit nating binabayo,
Mga pagkukulang na pilit nating pinupunan,
At sa mga araw na kahit luha ang nalalasap,
Doon ko nakitang kaya pala --
Kaya pala nating magpatuloy
Sa paghawak sa kamay ng bawat isa
At kahit pa malayo sa isa't isa'y
Ikaw at ikaw pa rin ang pagsinta.

Minsan di'y nagtanong ako,
Ba't hindi ka na lang naunang masilayan ang mundo?
Bakit kailangang hintayin pa kita?
Bakit kailangang masaktan muna bago matugunan ang pagmamahal?
Ba't nga ba minamahal kita?

Mapupuno ako ng bakit
Pero itatapon ko ang mga ito,
Ayoko nang malunod sa pangambang
Paggising ko'y baka muli ka na namang maglaho
O baka malimot ng isa sa atin
Ang iniingatang "mahal kita"
Tatalon ako sa walang kasiguraduhan
Tatalon ako --
Oo, alam kong nahuhulog ako
Nahuhulog sa walang katapusang
"Mahal kita."

Hindi ko gamay ang misteryo nito
Hindi ko mabatid ang mga nakasulat,
Mga nakalimbag sa bawat pahina ng aking isip:
Pero ililibot kita,
Sa aking nakaraan,
Sa aking ngayon
At sa aking bukas --
Pagkat hindi tayo nabigo
Ayokong biguin ka.

Kailanman hindi mabubura,
Hindi maglalaho
Para sa nag-iisang ikaw.
Sana magkusa ang araw sa pagbangon,
At bukas makalawa'y maririnig ko na
Ang hinihintay kong "Mahal kita."

The one that I love,
he's so sweet.
He lights up my dreams,
as I close my eyes to sleep.

His smile is a sight
that I always long to see.
Even when I'm upset,
his laughter spreads to me.

When things become tough
and rain comes crashing down,
despite not knowing how to swim,
I'll never let him drown.

Quixotes is a dream,
It's a fireplace and songs
Its strong friendship and
beautiful moments shared
It's a thought that guides souls
to a peaceful way
It's wood and brick paint and posters
built with gentle care and loving soul
Quixotes is a world away from the world
where dance is freedom
Laughter and joy are the air we breath
Song a rich tapestry that tells the tale
of how we came to be
Song a river that has flowed thru our lives
in this palace, in this beautiful dream
Quixotes is a sweet jem
sparkling in the sun
forever home for our hearts