People in love
say many things
only lovers understand
Hearing voices
ringing bells
that time cannot command
People in love
go hand in hand
to course the Milky Way
Promises made
as joy unlocks
—forever and a day

(The New Room: July, 2023)

(be-tween and be-twixt)

———-


the most precious but precarious item
in our possess, value far above rubies,
this love overflows, but it drowns me
from within, for it has no home for
pleasured sharing and goes wasted, excreted
in tears and exhalations without destination

condition incurable, and the doctor advises,
projects, a life span rangebound from
be-tween
and
be-twixt,
imperative that this love be
disbursed, pressure relieved,
fluid and gases shared,
send it forth,  
Doc behests,
nay,
begs,
you’re a decent human,
tell your tales,
follow your motto,
write those love poems,
always leave them laughing,
and give them love in smiles
all-the-whiles
bringing joyous relief to your clogged arteries,
all this the bare minimum,
for you must moreover grasp and clasp
your body to another, for this
the best transfer transfusion
of all your needed love needs

go be needed, be great, be lessened,
be all three
and never walk alone,
with just hope in your heart,
for the heart, automatically refills,
and this the best, medical opinion…
for all those with too many love poems
requiring expulsion and extrusion

It's been years.
I'm sleeping in a different bed now.
Different room
Same four white walls, rebellious.

I took you in.
I'm sorry I neglected you.
You were right, steadfast.

It's just,
that I'm so tired,
exhausted even.

Broken down
to
the
point,

I pick up the pen.

~
His initial kiss
Is foraging
Ballasting

The solemn experience
Flickers by like sodium lights

It ****** the entrance
Of her thoughts
It settles at the door
To wonderland

Where and there
The pressure meets the surf
Bathing over her

A cleansing ripple
To tide her over 'til spring
~