Love like a river
flowing
nothing can stop it
from where it is going
up, over, under
rushing it seeks
It’s destination
where two hearts meet
coming together
the banks cannot hold
and the dam down stream
threatening to fold
hearts bursting
trying to contain
the river of love
that will not be tamed
so just let it flow
let it run free
and forever
is what it will be
Angel of mine
Embodied in a vessel
A reflection of God’s Spirit
You are much more than I can envision
Pot of gold is what you’ve been dipped in
That’s how God created you to glisten
You are one of His strongest soldiers
Come down to earth
Sent from Heaven
I know it because He shines from within
You
I sense it
From the touch of your hands on mine
As you grip them
Is it possible you’ve only come down here just to visit?
What if we live in Heaven together?
Just think of what could happen
As we turn this dull reality
We inhabit
Into magic
A beautiful fantasy,
Yet, our reality
You, me, and our mattress
Light it up like matches
We’re the perfect match and
We could set the world on fire
And we would never look back
teeth still shiny
as though his pink tongue has just
run them over
fat and bushy,
bursts of blood painting all around him
dead man’s belles bright purple besides
it was like he was sleeping, smiling
dreaming,
with no one around to watch
wings spread out
yellowed talons gripping the phone wine
he looked awkward
caught unawares
tips of his wings flutter gently
he turned his swivel head
to look back at me
we all watch each other
oh, sweet insistence
i slowed down, completely
to stare
dried parchment leaves falling around me
i can hear their slow dirge as they fall
of summers long since gone
i wanted to pick up the fox
reanimate him for a companion
to tell him i had slowed down
i had attended his funeral
and that i couldn’t say if there was anyone else there
but i was
and so was the hawk
we watched,
i promise
Let our souls talk
I’ll start
I’d like to say
Fuck you
Actually I was way too nice to you
Yes let our souls talk
So you can hear me
I want you to hurt
Thinking of when you did your dirt
You’re the reason it ended like this
So now you will suffer
Don’t know how long
You’ll keep your facade
You aren’t who you say you are
Memories of you i push far
To the back of my mind
I hope you never find
Someone as good as me
Bitch you were really lucky
Shouldve never let you fuck with me
You’re a trip
A whole ass flip
Wish I would’ve dipped sooner
But thank god i did
We aint got no kids
Saying goodbye to this
A man on the TV beachcombs
He finds treasures washed ashore
Buoys, shoes, and bottles
Collected and displayed
He combs in front of the tree-topped rock
Right where I took a picture of you
We left a trail of drawings in the sand
And a mango peel to decompose
That day is a memory indelible
Like a buoy washed ashore
It won’t erode, but holds its form
As my mind and the ocean’s currents roar
Till one day the beachcomber combs
Seeking items in need of care
He carefully lays each memory down
A journey’s end – it’s time to rest right here
he looks out over a city clouded with purple confusion
and the gold of the fading sun glints in his narrowed eyes
he looks down at me: do you wish i was impulsive too?
no, no, i backtrack, no. that’s a part of me i hate.
i explain: i used to have to make quick decisions all the time
and it stuck with me but it’s something i’d like to lose.
(actually i used to not have a choice most of the time
and now it’s a power i, too, abuse. this part i leave out)
well, did you mean it when you said you love me? or was
that just something you said in the moment, out of nothing.
i did mean it. and i pity him for it. it’s terrible luck to be
loved by me. i step on the glass of broken hearts each time i
try to walk. it’s laughable and terrible. love is far from me, love is
dangled in front of me and snatched away. my relationship
with love is worse than my relationship with him. i see his
hands shake and he can’t even look at me, and my throat
closes as his anxiety ows into me, although anxiety is not
something i naturally have (it comes with thinking before you act.)
we are dierent. he takes a measured breath:
girl whatchu running away from?
never him, always me. i love him as a stranger in my own skin.
I love you
I begin with love hoping it never ends
I love you with everything
I hate you with everything
Your looks kills me
Your looks make me love you
I’m In a dream of love
I’m in a nightmare
You say you love me
You say you hate me
I beg you to stay
I beg you to leave
I want you gone
Slip into the mirror a moment
See this
I am the knife I am the steak I am the hungry dog
Here is the blood here is the bandage here is the wound
Which one is me which one is you?
My visage in the shining glass
Seeing me is seeing you
I am the silence I am the warning
Here is more silence Here’s the clanging of alarms
like desperate angels trying to sing
It doesn’t have to be pretty being understood
The pyroclastic flow of
love and pulp
and
lungs and smoke and mirrors
where I’m best at loving you.
Now
step out.
Memorize this and tell it to yourself.
I will hear it
I’ve written a thousand poems about me;
that’s also a thousand poems about you.
Gentle upon her eyes
Is this land
The lights we escape
She breathes the meadow’s dew
Her steps alert the yarrows
I’m a visitor here
The beauty bestowed upon her landscape
I may yearn to love
To hold
Today I love you,
I’ve loved you for quite a long time,
I’d love to love you for the rest of my time,
Only if you choose to love me all the time.
I won’t lie that I’d love to see you love someone else,
I’d love to be the one you choose to love,
For I truly do love you,
Moreover, I love loving you.
I wish you’d known the depth of my love for you,
Or maybe at least understand how far I’d go for you,
But in this heart of a broken bird,
Is a series of broken lines,
That do not seem to make sense,
But sound like random chirps.
