you were looking at me
with that glint in your eye
the glint that caused me to cry
so many times
before

you were saying things
that i couldn't make out
i looked up and looked down
at your broken crown
on the floor

i tried so hard to compose myself
but my knees kept buckling
under the weight of your suffering
i know you were dying
to tell me that

sometimes all i can think of
are the words i couldn't hear
that ring so loud in my ears
after what seems like years
you're so broken

all i know is i love you
and i'm here for whatever you need
for you, i would bleed
let you take the lead
i will follow you

when we first laid tired eyes on each other
flowers were blooming like the love in our hearts
they blossomed in the dark
and that was the most beautiful part

we both had enough of the things in our lives
bringing us down without hesitation
but then we were struck by love's invitation
and swept so strongly by that sweet sensation

and now its hard to even put into words
just how grateful i am for your presence
in my life, in my soul and in my heart
and i can't wait for our life together to start

such
high vibrations
call for celebrations
like graduations
or transitions
from the low
low depths
of the deprived
floors of the
atlantic or pacific.

many
nights spent floundering
and pounding
on locked doors
like i actually
wanted to know
what laid so
apathetically on the
other side.

but
now with horns
and the might i've shorned
be it from the gods
of the greeks
or romans
i prepare
for a fight
for in dubious
battle
i shake
and rattle
while
inside it is so quiet
like a pit
in the midst
of a war fought
by men stripped
of guns, grenades
and vocal chords.

parting people
particularly
prowl
subways sounding
like their
suffering surfing
the things
they
thought
were wrong
with
withering
conviction counting
coins
callously
bouncing back
breezing
by
foreheads frowning
from
first
fostering
fifty other fevers.

there is no end to the river of tears
no stopping the onslaught of fears
no end to that which has been seared
no zenith to love which i've been geared
toward

Envisioning
From the backseat
The brutal heat
And burning concrete
Beneath
My bare feet
These stringent standards set before me

The goalposts are constantly changing
The white knuckling I'm always doing
Always moving, never choosing  
The deep, dark bruising

Awaken, my love.

For the trees
against the sky
seem to free
my tired eyes.

Darken, my love.

For the black
contrasts the light
like the latch
to the high-flying kite.

Hasten, my love.

For I only have so much time
before the curtains fall so fast.
You've been more than kind
on the lake on which you cast
those little,
lethal
stones.