I love you,
With all my heart,I swear this is true,
My love for you is as deep as the ocean’s blue,
I know, I know,
I said it to it to him too,
But that was last week and what I feel now is real,
You are it, I swear you are the real deal,

This is my truth,
I no longer lie like I did in my youth,
My love for you is pure,
It is as deep as the ocean’s blue,
I may not remember your name,
But I never forget a face,
And you have given my heart some sort of race,

Oh, here is my heart,
Bring it back when its hurt
I swear you are my last,
And this is not lust,
You are my forever and ever,
My happily ever never,


I mean it,
You and I will last,
I know, I know,
I said it to him too,
But that was last week, I swear what I feel is real!

Another day falling
from the crack of yesterday,

a patch of pearl
burning in the amber west
flaring up heaven
firing me up
in the pains of solitude
and poetry.

Home beckons through a dark way
where hope breathes eternal
as lanterns of moonlit leaves.

I won't mourn the loss
but fill all the void
with paper and ink.

What guides me is not

Inner peace or immense joy

But a divine nausea

That drives me

Almost to a point of madness

With no other desire

Than to seek that which

I would otherwise

Not want to find


The eventual

Bliss of purely being

And approving calm

To my searching
acknowledgement

Are merely the fruits of

Its seemingly aimless

Binding vines



It led me through

Every obstacle

Every unforeseen summit

All of which I'm ever

Humbly grateful

For especially

It led me to

You


So

Please tell me

My beloved

Does it haunt you too?

I wish I was your type
But I’m not a supermodel
I’m not a girly girl
I don’t spend hundreds of pounds on makeup
And I don’t care about the newest brands of clothes
I don’t feel like I constantly have to make an effort
And I don’t think I have to impress anyone
I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t change for you
But I’m happy with me
I just wish you could be too

there’s a piece of you inside of me
I put it there for safe keeping
close to the beating pulse of my body
so I can still feel you when you’re not around

your presence envelopes me
your voice soothes me
your touch stimulates me

this piece I carry tightly kept
inside my breath
where no one can see

Sacred, where the she or him
Cannot take it from me
Solid, where the lack or not enough
Cannot waiver me

Protected in this quiet place
that may not actually exist
perhaps only in this prose

where letter meets paper
paper holds truth
truth is what I say
and I say this..

There will always be a piece of you inside of me
Forever.
From now
until the next life we meet.

I still see you when I close my eyes
I still smell you when I sniff my clothes
Though far, you feel so close
Especially when I close my eyes
You did not keep your word this time
You spoke the truth yet it was a lie
You said you were leaving and sure you did
But the truth is you never left

What value, if any, does Poetry have
  —if not to speak the truth

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)