If only always meant more

we could overcome our circumstance,
to coalesce ardor with caprice
the best of me intervolves the best of you
a ribbon in the sky only we can view
til death do us part and recycles anew
a world remade from hushed moments we construe
sweet dreams made from scratch, leavened by chance
as the music fades, still, we would dance

if only always meant more.

A razor's edge divides
self interest from
selfishness;
warm mea culpa
pools penance
on the floor
at your feet.

Crowned lioness,
jubilee for her
was a butterfly
in a tornado.
She chased after it,
finally forfeiting herself
to obtain her prize.
She was
my soil
my altar
my azure
she is my most
tragic sweetness...
she was my mother.

The
shallow
waters pool
between my toes
shoreline shark vigils:
hungry liquid shepherds.

I wade past respectfully...
I am no seal, to be broken
littoral edges drawn crestfallen
the point of no empyreal return.

Crepuscular accession, immersion
salt stinging my eyes as I gill bliss,
pressure slowly crushing my lungs
burst capillaries tandem,
bones imploding in deep
thought actinism.

An organic
plight to make
the lost
light.