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waning moon (to louisa)

i will turn to you
accepting the embrace of your presence
basking in the
radiant shimmer of your smile
each second in your glance
creates life
changes rivers streams and oceans
causes flowers and trees to whisper
so that their voices do not disturb
and when sunrise comes
we part with reluctance and joy
for i delight myself with your words and spirit
and share it gladly until we meet once more.


awake within you

you deserve
sunsets of desire
to match the shimmer mascara
that graces your eyes
let others who only see
lines of age upon your skin
live as fools
while i look to find
those reserves of sugar they hold
with my fingertips
you grow concerned
with thickness of the stomach, hips and thighs
but i see them only as
lush beds of orchids cinnamon and ochre
i wrap myself around as a prize
let others live as fools
and ignore the halcyon that is you
i can only be glad
i’ve been awake in your beauty
all this time.

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i’m lettin’ you
slip into my stream
consciousness only plays a part in the flow
but you need to learn how to swim
see treadin’ water won’t help
don’t follow spirituals if you can’t sing your own
and trust me
you don’t want to sink
slip into my stream
to find the source that keeps me afloat
drowning is for the unwilling
or those with no range of motion…

bittersweet tattoo

your name still resides
upon the flesh of my heart
etched in ink
that has not faded like the rest
it has become a seasoned traveller
of ventricles and arteries
and an adept
mountain climber of synapses
for all of the things
that could wash it away
like sweat
and tears
do not affect it
this tattoo
is bittersweet but still welcome.

a flag of former hurt

one day soon
i’ll take each scar
left on my spirit in the past
braid them together tightly
and raise it as my standard
let them all yellow and fray
with age and battle
this flag of former hurts
see how the fabric endures
and underneath it’s flight
i walk confident and light
no better armor could have been made.

cracked morning

with lungs
a wasteland of bad memories
i breathe in morning
as i still shake off the night
different locale
same war zone
is served to me with
oatmeal and lemon tea
that dull pain
in my left ankle prods me
into routine
i look in the mirror
and prepare myself
to defend my sanity
in a world that says
crazy is the new world regime.