Cherish

When I was young and gentle dreams did weave
there came to me a spark of fire-you!-
through my impregnable sieve
of those to like, to love, adore
for ne'er a stranger stranger's face who bore.

My love for you has doubled, tripled since
it's avenues of escape you have shut out
forgave me most of my unbidden sins
left me to do my penance for the rest
and held me weeping to your tender breast.

If gods should choose to let us stay awhile
and let me ponder on their mysteries great
I'll have the time to cherish your last smile
and seeing them make this wish for certainty
I want you for my own for eternity.

Love Less Scary

To need you a little less
to want you not as much
to hold you and not feel
the blood drumming
in every pore of my skin,
all this is scary.
To love you differently
or not at all is scary.

The Other Side of Night

I shut out the night
night I had never seen.
I mourned the day end
the sunlight that had been
my only time with you.
Then I met night and knew
that I would never be
afraid of love.
the dark was mine,
a lover like you.

And Still the Night is Dark

You lie beside me
and still the night is dark.
The light of our togetherness
shining through the day
burning through the night
lies dim - cold - on my heart.
Alone, alone you lie beside me
and still the night is dark.

On Undoing the Past/The Path to Healing

The pain goes so deep...you said
...and I said
the unconscious
...as it struggles
to keep the vows we made
as unknowing babies
just to survive
until we awaken to
the Giant within
filled with joy and bliss
and love for ourselves
so that it spills over
into enough to share
with others
like I feel for you right now.
And you said...Stop...
my cheeks are wet now.

Dandelion

In the beginning I thought it only my journey
Struggling against massive odds, unmovable
by my puny arms, ready to die but not willing
to just survive anymore.

As I inched forward, crawling from knee to knee
I found others shucking off their yokes, joining me
regaining the Spring they had not seen
becoming the people they had not been.

What started as a weed that could not
survive the frost, I stand tall today
not an oak or maple but quite the reed,
the bamboo you cannot bamboozle.

My Words are Honey

From the heated cauldron of my mind 

they come pouring out like liquid 

glass, to be gently cooled into shapes

acceptable, presentable, beautiful

too delicate to change lest they shatter

From the sweltering cauldron of my mind

they are poured deliberately liquid

steel, cooled over time to become hard

sturdy, resilient, dependable

too burly to change or bend matter

From the burning cauldron of my mind 

they pour themselves in a steady stream

mercury, deceptively simple in their 

slivery, slippery, unpredictability

too capricious to capture. 

From the hivemind of my heart

my words collected from blossoms

of pain, painstakingly collected nectar.

You would be a fool to think

my honey is for your taking.