morning I wake and
before I sense life
I sense you.
in these moments
before the dreams steal out
and the parade of fears and hopes and lists marches in, we
are
enough.

my hands reach out fingerprinted
with memories of your geography:
the aspect of your spine,
the quake of your heart,
the heat in your skin in the dark
rising and falling as you breathe
Yes
And
Yes.

but I do not touch you yet.
the way first silent light of day
bends over you and

stares -

I know you are not mine alone.

I share you
with divinity and science and galaxies
and music and gravity and Now;
and the wind that lifts the branches of our hearts
with sighs.

still, I am a little greedy.
I am a little in love.
I cannot hide the joy
that cracks my face
as I stretch across the world of our bed
and meet your skin.
all I know pours into this instant:
a muscle shifting, breath quickening,
your eyes opening slowly like
planets escaping eclipse
as you roll over lazily
and smile,

‘hi’.

Rose redoubt
Rose few, in the hate we fed
Rose acts, when charisma is a pout
Rose timid, with a live for all ahead

Round eyes of decorum, vice in a wandering hope
Let to take, a tryst of potential...
Long if tooth, a wholesome day to arrive with our own
Here is my naivete, and a steads sulking breeze so beautiful...

When the world is rounder for a secret asking, to fulfil...
Promise me, a livid course, a golden truth
To the wanted more, when we are a soul of will
The tone of our voice, becomes the drama and decency of accepting youth?

Sophistication in a moment alone, with the weight of the world
Seemingly not, before the needs of others, worth is a means to amends...?
And the coltish example of the future, a repose of justness so early
That a miracle in the form of a wish, is a simplicity we lend?

Tales of the reach, the romance of curious senses
And the heart of essence, we know even will...
When boding hours are to be, the callous works of a world come to ends
With a handful of what miracles were, a common where to the liberty of silence, so real

One half
is one in two.

The other half
is one’s dream
comes true!

The Other—Tolerate, don't show your hate
Turn away the Eye and Feet but not the other Cheek
The Weak's in Power now, but we're Strong
Rights we have even to Defend them in Blood
Intimidate, in Silence, or Not, but Legal
History's on our side, Evil shall not prevail
Greater we shall be, only a Foretaste we've had
We shall be One, and no Other, and by Choice