I'm standing (just so)
the way you're sitting (just so)
just so, just so
you'll see my
hunched
back, see my
poor mouth that is
twisted (just so)
with cracked lips and

for you
I won't fake composure when
I haven't any.

One hand in two, three
minutes stretching out endlessly
keeping time while the world spins
around and around my heart

I am in awe of that moment.

In the long lingering shadows of last light
the trees do not complain or put up a fight
to keep their dark companions at bay
or cling clumsily to the waning day
the grass will neither wither nor whine
nor ask the hidden orb to continue to shine
but for creatures who wander through incandescent haze
and speak boldly of the passage of days
the long shadows are measured with fear
for a certain number of them make a “year”
and unlike the eternal sea from whence we came
or grass and myriad other things we could name
we hide among shadows when they grow
and beg their source to once again glow

I'd rather walk
through the stairs
than through the ladder.

The marvel of you
Curled and sleek
Embraced me
In unfurled delight...
Gently sprung roses
Is the measure of you
Hovering uncrushed
Atop fresh morning dew,
Behold my lover's gift
A treasure to see
As my soul hummed fresh
delicious and free.