Thursday, September 28, 2017

Madonna

The first time I saw you, 
pink and screaming, 
I knew everything I'd ever 
known about love 
had been wrong. 
Every time I had 
told someone 
I loved them 
I had lied. 
I had meant it, 
sure, 
but it wasn't even in 
the same universe 
as the ache I felt 
when you grabbed 
my finger 
and settled, 
still wet, 
against me. 

The first time I saw you, 
silent and lily white, 
my heart stretched 
and filled 
until I thought my chest 
would break into a million pieces 
and become the 
constellations 
in every midnight sky. 
I had loved before, 
yes, 
but I hadn't known 
a heart was capable 
of loving 
so many things 
so fiercely.

The first time I saw you, 
wide eyed and open mouthed, 
I knew that 
I would pour myself out- 
give everything I had 
and keep on giving. 
I knew nothing 
about you- 
this tiny giant 
so new to the world, 
but I knew that 
everything I was 
would never be enough. 
You made me yearn 
to be more. 

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Aladdin

Be my Aladdin, love, show me new worlds, 
take me to star-gazing heights,
sweep me away, hop a carpet, we'll fly
to bask in some breathtaking sights.

Be my Aladdin and open my eyes, 
show me things I've never seen.
Just take my hand, I trust you, I do-
we've done this before in my dreams. 

You, my Aladdin, are more than you seem, 
my own private diamond in rough, 
You claim you're no genie, but magic is yours-
you change every thing that you touch. 

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Deserted

I always thought 
you 
were a cloud: 
weightless 
and spotless 
and just out of reach, 
but you have 
never been air 
or water, 
and 
the sky 
has never held you. 
You are a desert, 
and 
have always 
been the rain. 

Monday, September 25, 2017

Worldwide

The world is so big, 
darling, 
full of places to 
excite your senses 
and inspire imagination. 
The world is big, 
darling but 
my favorite place 
has always been
next to you. 

Without You

The world goes on 
without you, my love, 
the sun always rises 
in early morning oranges
but it is a darker place 
without you, my love,
and the sunsets are 
grayed by sorrow.

The oceans remain
without you, my love,
the tide still teases
each sandy shore salty,
but it is a quieter place
without you, my love, 
and the seagulls are 
silent with longing. 

The mountains still stand
without you, my love,
the peaks still scrape
the bluest skies white,
but it is a harder climb
without you, my love, 
and the air hangs thin
with weariness. 

The stars will shine
without you, my love, 
the moon still reflects
the bright sun, 
but it is a colder place
without you, my love, 
and my hope is as
distant as stars. 

Friday, September 22, 2017

The Goose's Song

I yearn for fall, cooler weather, 
a bite in the breeze and a chill,
I want to feel that same shiver 
that dances my body with thrill.
I need to see the leaves changing, 
to know that some things stay the same.
I wish the warmth of my body 
was felt due to hearing your name. 
I want to hear the geese calling, 
a love song to Autumn and me,
they know the thing about fall is, 
it never comes perfectly free. 

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Above/Below Par

And I still 
cannot decide, 
even after all 
these years, 
if you are 
an absence 
or a presence-
If the ache 
in my chest, 
the squeeze 
of my heart 
is too much or 
too little 
feeling. 

Sunday, September 17, 2017

On the Run

Little boy lost, black dog on the run, 
looking for trouble as if trouble was fun, 
searching for some thing, or maybe some one,
when all that you need is at home.

Errant explorer, your compass a- spin, 
searching the skies for what's found deep within,
headed to somewhere you've already been,
tell me, Love, why must you roam? 

(It's a dog eat dog world and you're still so ambitious,
chasing black cats like you're unsuperstitious, 
muzzle still wet, and I'm just so suspicious.
Come on now, throw me a bone.) 

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Let Me Love You Dammit

A Giving Tree I'd be, but I'm so unseeded,
I'd rise to occasion, but I'm so unkneaded, 
the best of advice, I remain so unheeded,
I wish you'd just let me be there. 

A listening ear? Call me Horton, I'll hear you,
I'm gravity, kid, I just want to be near you, 
and time is the only thing we need to fear, 
you must know that I'll always be here. 

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Everything Haiku

Everything I am-
everything I strive to be-
it is all because of you.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Everything

Everything 
you need 
to know 
about me 
is said 
in this simple 
truth: 
somehow, 
for reasons 
too mysterious 
to name, 
he knew me. 

Everything
I needed
to know
about him 
is said 
in this simple 
truth: 
somehow, 
for reasons 
too mysterious 
to name, 
he loved me. 

Thursday, September 7, 2017

The Best Things in Life

Some things, once broken
can't be put back together.
But some things can be. 

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Authentic

So we live: 
unspoken plans and 
wide awake dreams, 
never daring to say 
what we actually mean.
 

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

The Hero

When you return, 
wrinkled and weary, 
with an empty stomach 
and a full backpack, 
it will be as though you are 
a conquering hero. 
I will wrap you in my arms, 
raise you to my shoulder, 
ply you with good food 
and let you lounge against my chest. 
I ask only for a story in return, 
my darling, 
of the mountains you have climbed 
and the monsters you have vanquished. 
What is a hero, after all, without an epic tale? 

Who

Who do you become, 
when you leave the past 
in neatly packed boxes? 
Whose life is it, 
freed from the receipts, 
playbills, 
pictures that proved 
you were here? 
When your favorite sweater 
warms someone else's shoulders, 
and the bear 
you whispered secrets to 
lays on someone else's bed, 
who do you become? 

Saturday, September 2, 2017

September

It is September, 
which is to say, 
the leaves are changing, 
which is to say,
they are dying so beautifully,
which is to say, 
this is the beginning of the end. 

It is September, 
by which I mean,
it is time for sweaters,
by which I mean, 
the air kisses my skin red, 
by which I mean, 
it is our season again.

It is September, 
which means, of course, 
apple pie for breakfast, 
which means, of course 
making sweet things from sour,
which means, of course,
goodbyes are not forever. 

It is September, 
which is to say, 
I'm leaving soon,
by which I mean, 
I'll miss you, 
which means, of course, 
I love you.