what a day
spinning out into you
gracefully

going all the way
in the heat

i am older
day to day

stilling. falling back
to a wasteful way

plucked raw
round a sound
of destiny,

getting lost
taken now
what will
what will be.

out within Jupiter's moon.

hush.

this is not your fight.

get excited.

I loved you the same place we started out.

the winter has shed tears for the year, seeding ambition in soil.
my daffodils remember to spring. folding inside a
hot bed of bacteria.

i turn and bend in tuned to chronic aches.
each twist in the tree around time
caught a glimpse
of lighting showers.  

this garden is filled with dead leaves.

the first bloom of heat.
sparks, a summer fire.

Your face shades a thought so welcome
In social networking sheets
That cross an elephant's mind.

Your smile stitched by genes
I ripped with my own teeth
The genuine stretching girth
Is all but ours.

We inhabit different worlds
Folding a path of certain progress,
A line to maturity.

What was it grandmother use to say
In her class and old ways
That we hold in every sentence
We speak in every thought.

How odd the dynasty fades
And family remains.
Words are my art.

What is it to be righteous? To walk in godliness and purity? To hold the heart of God like the bride?
I'll admit I've felt complacent, disbelief, and traitorous. My own efforts alone have not filled my cup. But as I've fallen, as I've grown in mercy and understanding.
I recognize the shell of this existence. The temporal wasting of my eyes. I feel my lovers heart and still I want more. Not from selfish desire but because I've felt the inner working of the spirit!
The everlasting father. The bridegrooms love. And the Kings will for my life. After that, there is emptiness. A quaint shadow in the smile of beauty and passion.
All this rest inside my brain, my reasoning mind ticks with thoughtfulness. Reaching with my words to the universal will untouchable. Touchable. Touch me.
Show me. Move in me. Speak to me in my heart. God I want to know that love again. The infinity of your fire burning away my sin.

And it's odd, as I pull my bible out of its cold box. Plastered to Fear And loathing in Las Vegas. I guess I am afraid of what I'll learn. I can't keep ignoring this turbulent hope. But the promise that you are always with me. Gives me strength.