I see you
And there you stand
Woman of grace
Of passion
Of eloquent wonder
Lady composed
Of softest dream
And biting reality
Who flows and encompasses
Like water
But consumes
Like fire
And shines bright
Creating the closest thing
We
As lessers in the grander
Have to seeing stars
And tears fall from my eyes
In the hearing
And the knowing
As your hand meets
Mine
That you aren’t made
For me
What cruelty is this
That such a
Gift
Such a
Wonder
Such gold in the midst
Of a mountain of treasure
Can never know
What sweet things
Owning such can bring?
And like that
God brings
A humble man to his knees
Lovely
Beyond me
Beyond my grasp
Lovely
Ever fervent
In fury or in solace
Lovely
Ever natural
Yet otherworldly
LOVELY
Ever present
That burns in my mind
Not for me

...not for me

So I hope lovely
For lovely’s sake

Singing lyrics she forgot that she forgot
Staring at a ceiling as if answers were written there
Working hard for something that just can’t be bought
Wondering in the midst of sunshine if it will rain again

Gazing into her eyes makes me a cosmonauts
A black void of mystery littered with stars of hope
She whispers something sweet and then abruptly stops
Sunny showers while indoors on a weekend

Whistle these lessons
In a chord progression
Reminiscent of birds
That felt spring on their wings

I have heard tales
Of enraptured ship sails
That follow horizons
Of which mortal men sing

Let memories flash
Like the waves that often crash
Make me passenger, captain
In the sea of my mind

Let me look skyward
To hear the whist’ling bird
That escaped to spring
To leave winterland behind

There are many ways to hold her
Sometimes conventional is off
You see, hands have hurt before
I’m sure they’ll hurt again
She needs a different kind of love

You found this supernatural creature
Life’s defining “cherry on top”
She’s a rare find to be adored
For her both mind and heart must bend
To find a different kind of love

Have you asked what a kiss translates to?
Which words you’ve said have penetrated?
Gestures bring something to the table
Share in the happiness and bad
To find her prescribed dose of love

So many things to learn that are new
So many more ways love is translated
Find her dialect if you’re able
To appreciate, to awe, to add
New ways to different kinds of love

In this lone
Construct of bone
Within the make of me
Hides things that I
Cannot deny
Where marrow used to be

Over this frame
Lies sheets of veins
Screaming a name ears can’t hear, that mouth won’t speak
That drives me
To insanity
As she’s just beyond my reach

And flaw’ed skin
That’s blanketed
These concrete truths to stop their bleeding
Bleeds nonetheless
In pained excess
Wanting to know what it’s needing

Callused hands
On a beaten man
With insides coming outside in truth
So much doubt
To filter out
In the finding of you

Honey
Lady so golden
Sweet to my cracked lips
Nature’s gift so unscathed

Angel
Divinely incomparable
Life in its purest
Beauty unsurpassed

Sweetheart
From my head to fingertips
Pumping in purpose
Unceasing, even still

Darling
Lovely holding my hands
Dream walking in reality
Unending in your tapestry

I saw flowers in her hair
As if from there they’d grown
Daisies formed into a crown
Upon the head of Rose

And Rose was what they called her
Though Violet her true name
With daffodils in her hands
Freshly dripping with summer rain

She smelled of bloomed gardenias
Like a sunflower, she looked to the light
A lily amongst thistles and weeds
Lips of pink and skin of white

She was the rarest of them all
But a wildflower in heart and soul
Able to grown in the midst of weeds
Blooming, striving, gold