A system that bends the truth
As well as the lies
Would provide
Quicker communion
On which
Most rely
But we can't do it
Like interstellar travel
So it's increasing
Space junk
As capacity
Unravels.

I don't have any
Love left over.
From the last time.
I hardened my heart.

Saying
I love you
Impulsively,
And that's just
Idle bedroom talk
I say sometimes
As meaningfully
As.
What's for lunch.

a bouquet would consist of the flowers you love,

so I will tumble into the ditch, where all the marsh marigolds bloom for you.

leaves loosen from limbs
and the smell of apples sweetens the air

I follow you to the top, to the peak. You  laugh and I know
we are for each other in this life,

despite the weather, the path, the season.

come into me, like a snowflake on the pine
and I'll infuse my sappy kisses on your eyelids, love
and you'll become an emerald song in the wind

or crash into me like an icy wave in mid-November
and run your fingers between the spaces of rock on the breakwater,
chilling the birds.

Tumble into the fabric of my arms. Embroider your love into my skin.

Two pairs of hands:
they coalesce in the drawl,
the duet shaping them
anew.
In the other room,
four bodies, carved by song.

What does the light say?

I stay in your eyes.
I am best seen with your eyes closed
For I lie within you.
I ignite,
I brim
Within you.

Is this madness?
If you like the shelf where she once stood.

Is this madness?
If you still adore the tea —
the herbal one you never had.

Is this madness?
If you are tempted to brag
about the qualities that were never yours.

Is this madness?
If you feel a sense of safety
in the mask you never wore.

Is this madness?
When you admire everything of her
but nothing of you.

Is this madness?
That you always dream of her —
whether she yearns for you?
An answer, still unknown.

You can count on

Babies to cry… and
Cars to break down

You can count on
Teenagers to lose their minds

You can count on
Children’s kisses to fill your heart… and
Flowers and trees to bud in springtime

You can count on
Traffic to be worse
When you are late for work… and

The Moon to glow… and
The Sun to shine

You can count on
Fish on Fridays… and

Fourth of July Bar-b-que...
Black-eyed peas on New Years Eve... and

Me
Always
Loving
you