**** negative space
give me generosity
and bounty
a cornucopia
all to myself
if this is going to be worth it
we need to do it with some zest
and ******* zeal
in an age where we marginalize zealots
(not advocating for them)
H-Y-P-E-R-*******.i.n.g-partisan
no middle ground
(huge space in-between)
a void, voids, we know voids
THE N-E-G-A-T-I-V-E...
   S   P   A   C   E  
from voids within us
is room for harmony
sunflowers
you


me

and
harmonious
D     -     I     -     N

our bodies shared their heat
one’s promise to the other
of vitality and sparks
broken at morning’s parting
till their tangled reunion at dusk

now there is a space next to me
a coroner’s outline
that feels sacred
it only echoes
and promises nothing
but a chill

the sun, she gives warmth
closed eyes
beads of sweat
and brimming smiles

the flower, a spectacle
a promise of sweetness
and honey gold

the field is ours
alone, and glowing
with the closest I've known
to heaven, yet
so fly!

we can't all be the architect of something beautiful
but to lay the bricks to beauty, and recognize
is often enough

in the summer I miss the snow
and in the snow, the summer
when I'm with others, I want to be alone
and when alone, I want to be with others

we are beholden to the creators
lest we create the substance they give us ourselves
torturous silence without them
we'd while it away, regardless
till the end

I watch snow flurry
thru streetlight halos
the wind bites
its venom ice
relishing the sting
while breathing smoke

getting home would be faster
by crossing the river
marked by footprints of the brave
but I bide my time
on the long way round
grinning thru the chill

I look towards the woods
time seems to slow
as snow meanders down
I stop and listen
to winter's muted sounds
then resume my stride