Undying confession
for loving the one
for he is the one
loving the sun

Aton and his men
can taste the beam
and see the light
through solstice and steam

The harvest is plenty
the drinks are too few
the sun decides to set
and leads me to you

Helios and Sol
don't describe what I see
its shine and its heart
unclothe me

Hands clasped
between the milk mustaches
on rotting benches
with nowhere to go
but nearer.
Vines entangle their feet
flutters begin and
reality lands on their laps.
No comprehension of time
the mess it brings.
Living in the current
the ebb and flow
the cyclical pattern
of living and love.
Each freckle an apology
to accompany the age lines of wisdom.
Nearer they grow
by the pattern of the moon
and his watchful eyes.
Now, they decide,
is the time to die.
To separate self from self
and self from soul.
Their last kiss brings
the sea's salty tears
and quenches the fountain of life.
It's belly never too full
it's false promises
mislabeled for eternal propaganda.
The last sand grain drops
and their hands release
crooked bodies and
even more crooked souls.
Again, they mush wait,
this time for the rain.

I am clothed with
embarrassment and disgust.
But *******
would only highlight
more flaws- that
I already must confront
each day in the mirror.
I am not self-sufficient
and never will be.
I do not have the resources
or intelligence.
This is clear to see- to
anyone on the outside.
But there is a source
of peace and acceptance
where my nakedness is
not viewed as shameful,
but as a gorgeous
mess of heartache
and redemption.

Broken glass shines brightly
beautifully mangled and
shredded to pieces.
Before the fall,
its wholeness was not complete.
It lacked the cracks
it sparkled less
and all we could see
was ourselves.

There is concrete around us
there are trashcans and garbage
and babies and flowers.
There is the power and deception
of humanity and
beautiful people to be saved.

We saw ourselves in all
our (untrue) glory
and walked on broken glass
proclaiming that it didn't hurt.
Missing the light shining
from those pieces we crushed.
But that demolition is
where our truth lies.

The demon is saddled
with reins controlling
a thrashing head
limbs kicking wildly
from their chains
as a helpless babe in water
mouth seething with anger
and eyes ablaze with fury
It's mission to
****
steal
and
destroy

Your hands fit perfectly
in the dips of my waist.

Your chin rests effortlessly
on the top of my head.

Our souls complement each other
just like our anatomy.

In that cocoon
nestled between the stone
only love existed.
I baby kissed your face
and all you could
do was laugh and smile.
There was joy within and
between our bodies.
Doing anything else
but be in that moment
seemed futile.
Your heartbeat kept
the pace of our day
and beat faster
when I kissed you.
The breeze skimmed
our flesh
and made us
cuddle closer-
reminding us what
love really feels like.
We remembered the
constitution of friendship and
its inevitable love-
All in that swinging cocoon.