I don’t know what it means
But it’s something beautiful for sure
Giving me your all, no in-betweens
A little bruised, a little used, yet so pure

I looked up and saw you grin
A smile that touched my blue heart
Your kindness like a gentle wind
Slowly, tenderly, picking me apart

Soothing my wounds, helping me breathe
Building me up, dismantling my fear
Showing me the way to feel free
It’s so much easier when you’re here

Wondering where you’ve always been
Laughing, talking, touching, flowing
Nurturing the hidden tigress within
Helping, hoping, healing, knowing

A force for good, to which I’ve clung
The power you wield over me is strong and steady
Oh please, let loose your silvery tongue!
I was always here for you, and I now I am ready


To give in, and to let go
Let you color in the black
Watch it heal, let it grow
Show me you, and don’t hold back

See a rich goblet of gold
Empty and ready to receive
Ancient in style, yet shining bright

This antique treasure of old
Belongs to you. Trust and believe
And claim your prize in calm delight

In your mind
Become the goblet
You are precious indeed
Your lasting worth decreed

Feeling your worth
Made from riches of earth
Fully fulfilled every day

Spark of divine
Your wealth is a sign
Of life surely flowing your way

Kiss me like the moonlit stars, reflect and reach the Everglades, and embue with blue like the Sunday shade. Cool, crisp, refreshing, and new.

Don't cut my leaves and curb my bite, to melt me into pasty walls of glowing white. Which will only hold the captured light of the sun which shines to rise.

Don't let me fall without a trace. To meet my end in the shallowing streams of fading grey, where I could never dream of meeting thee, with such a wave.

But take my greeting in from rooftops as a simple sign of life to stay, and fall like stars of burning Orr if you must. Frozen until crashing down, only catch me along the way.

I've been scolded for using the word 'love' too often
throwing it away, as if it had to be secured for romantic encounters or within a length of time
like it might become tired or meaningless
but what if I am so full of love I can't help but overflow with it?
what if I've known platonic love, tender love, fervent love?

so I'll say 'I love you', only when I mean it
and I hope my abundance of it never runs dry
I hope it flows out of me effortlessly, because there will never be such thing as loving too much

poets are the most fascinating of creatures
coming in so many stunning varieties
lyrical flowing words
hard arresting phrases


you are all creators of such intense beauty