My hands tremble with thunder rumbles
as wine tumbles and bread crumbles
He and I make exchange through fumbles
of grace filled veins, grace not given in vain
a humble emblem broken for my temple of rubble
It’s early, but I like it that way.
“In the Sand”
I love you:
like sunscreen, you’ve got my back.
You protect the parts of me
that I bare: my silly interest
in collecting things
from faraway places.
You’ve got me.
like peanut butter sandwiches
we pack. Even when I’m spread thin,
I will reach my edges to you.
I enjoy even the little bits,
the crumbs, of our time together.
like the ocean, washing,
scrubbing me with salt.
“Go here, not there”; tugging
with currents of advice.
I’m a pearl from your embrace.
like seashells, you’re my favorite
memento. I trace the lines on your face
like crevices drawn by the shore.
I hold you in my hands and
remember the good times.
Souvenirs of you in my mind.
The Longing to be Wholehearted
Blossoming, precise joy: flowers graphed
between pebbles and one inch margins
they’re unfolding like yoga students
with a slippery slither of paper limbs,
unrolling to the fullness of their limits.
Please derive, define, integrate, consolidate,
and answer me this: as the precious
petals reach out to warm rays, where
does unending love begin?
I love you like screaming fans, gasping out affectionate words between knee jerk squeals, sucking in oxygen fast and hard. Their eyes flash blackened glances beneath batting eyelids and pacing tears.
I love you like a kitschy snow globe: blurred constituents and unwound faculties create a glistening storm of ideas, waiting to be caught on your ear, your outstretched tongue.
“Hush hush hush” the puffs coo
…We’ll be home soon…