Sometimes I walk through the woods alone
I play a game with myself there
A reminder to myself:
I invite good good love.
I welcome healthy, exciting appealing companionship
I invite you, partner
I invite you, my lover
I invite you, my committed choice
My dream come true.
I invite you, connection
I invite you, communion
I invite you, good good faith
Amen amen amen.
I bet you it was love.
You'd never know it.
What's left now,
Is hard to watch.
Our friends pick up the pieces.
I bet you it was love.
No one wants to hear about it.
I don't recognize you.
This one is photography.
Her trench coat is open at the neck
You can just make out
The curve of her left breast
She sits against a pole,
Clutching flowers in her right hand
She has a faraway look
In her eyes
Her pearls are delicate
Her hair is pulled back
Her feet are bare
She does not smile
In this one, you're happy.
You have found your voice.
Your roots touch the earth,
Your grandmother's voice is familiar.
Here, the sparkle in your eye
Is not a tear.
Here, body and spirit unite.
There's blood on the stone where you're sitting now
But you're pristine
There are shreds of tattered garments
But you're in robes
I may never see you again
But here's my hope:
I dream my best dream for you
To find home <3
I put my love out in the sun
In the high light of midday
It's getting scorched,
Widely seen,
The ends crack.
Here is the plan:
When it is too brittle to keep its form
It'll resemble our interactions.
When it's too brittle to keep its form
I will grind it into dust
We don't agree at all
About what we're looking at
The soft before
Was an affront...to you.
I will take the dust
To the trees you planted in me.
I will till the soil there,
High hopes of what it can be.
