Untitled (Kiss Me, Sweet Current)

Kiss me, sweet current
Take me into your depths
I want to be washed away
I want to be out of breath
To pair no more my skin
To the lashings of this place
To ride the flawless draw of you
To the end of me
And though woe will be of those
Who stay behind
Beyond your banks
To toil some more
May they touch their tears
To see the fears of mine
Be gone and good
All done
Then let them dilute those salty mournings in your waters
As offerings to those who swam before me
Or after
And give thanks to thee
For my freedom
My floating
My skin soothed
To the same cool blue as you.

I’ve Seen Love

I’ve seen love shine.

I’ve seen it light fires

In the eyes

Of the hopeful,

The lonely,

The broken,

The weary.

I’ve seen it make friends

Of enemies,

And lovers

Of friends,

Families of lovers,

And keepers of thieves.

 

I’ve seen love kill.

I’ve seen it break

And mar

And trample

And ruin,

Take the soul from the soulful,

And the faith from the devout.

I’ve seen it tear a man open

And spill his insides

Out.

 

I’ve seen love heal.

I’ve seen it reach across

Continents

And ages,

Pick people up

With the wisdom

Of sages.

I’ve seen it whisper

And breathe

New life

Into dead hearts,

Bring sun

To the darkness,

And peace

To the night.

 

I’ve seen love conquer.

I’ve seen it rage against hate,

Push down walls

With flowers,

Sign treaties,

Change fate.

I’ve seen it bridge

Great divides

Between men

And millennia,

Spill light

Into the shadows

Of misconception

And fear.

 

I’ve seen love last

Through all of this

And then some,

Through rage

And riots,

Through times darker

Than space,

Through trauma

And peril

Both personal

And global

Inside

And out

Of hearts

And minds

That have faltered

And grown forgetful

Of its power.

 

I’ve seen love

As warm as the sun

As ruthless as death

A salve

And a sword

Ageless

And infinite.

 

I’ve seen love,

And love has seen me.

Rid of Lens

Takes them off

And rubs her eyes…

The blur fades

And the girl unwise

Is seeing crystal clear.

The things she took to heart

The ways in which she bled

Were not from wounds

Of her own flesh

But things doled out instead.

Games of chess

With her as pawn

A whipping boy called knave

Who took the blame for everything

And let it all befall her

‘Til her head was bent

And her heart was broke

And her life became a horror.

Now she sees

The head disease,

The punishments she bore

Were his design.

Her heartsick plague

Infected by his sore

And damaged soul.

Its toll,

A choice

To stay or go,

To stand against

The steadfast wrath

Of pain

And insecurity

Not hers in source

Or cause

Or stay.

The path is clear.

The glasses

Trampled upon

As she runs for her life

And the lives of those she bore.

No more.

No more.

She goes

Rid of lens

And clear eyes to the sky.

Untitled (Condemnation)

The luscious pull
Of divine helplessness
That draws me to you
In the weakest willfulness
I give myself over
Patient and fervent
To the devil who keeps me
Chained and waiting
Swimming in desperation
And desire
On fire
And running toward the flames
Of your rapture
Your limbo
My purgatory
My heart captured
In its own little hell
Burning in your embrace
Melting in your gaze
Smoldering in your absence
Scorched and aching
Yearning for your touch
To condemn me again.

His Moon

She was his moon
Beautiful and blue
Cool in the void
But enjoying the view
Caught in his gravity
Held at a distance
Revealing herself to him
In light shaped by his existence.
Pulling strongly at his seas
Yet never knowing
The kiss of his salt waters
His ebbing
Or his flowing.
Solitary
Still
She stays faithfully yearning
Constant
Content
In her endless sentinel turning.

Untitled (Be…)

Be the mountain
Strong and constant
Be the trees
Rooted and lofty
Be the reeds
That bend and sing
In the whistling winds of change
Be the bird
Be the bug
The winged and free
Be the pack
Be the prowler
Dance like the bee
Be the tortoise
The dolphin
And the fish in the sea
Be the eagle of vision
And the ram with its power
The willow that shades
The beautiful flower
For everything around you
Is all that you are
Made of this earth
That air
And those stars.