Loved like You

When I twist my hair into curls

it reminds me of you,

and you.

It’s been 10 years

and six months…

I remember the way you knew me;

and you knew me.

You gave me purpose.

And you remembered my purpose.

I was never so loved.

To be brought to life

and to be made

to feel dead-

I became the flame

that had to burn

truer to me;

closer to free.

Between two coals-

I couldn’t have you;

And you,

couldn’t have me.

10 years

and six months later…

here I am…

I would give anything

for a taste of your lips.

I would give anything

to feel safer at home.

With you

and you.

I carry your soot

in the deep lines of my face.

And I carry your embers

in the depths of my soul.

I hope one day,

that I can be loved

like you do.Love

And I hope one day,

I will be loved

like you do.

behind closed doors we covet

things that we’ve lost

our innocence

ripens with age

then passes away

falling like petals of guilt

one by one

we are lost

praying on knees

faces pressed against glass

vials of confusion

that grapple for time

reaching for air

or just a fair breath

among the murmur of pipers

and the plague of control

we are rabid

morbidly awaiting for another to drop

so we can take their place

among the hidden sacrifice

 

 

 

 

2/27/11

I might stand here before you

a vision

the prophecy of “Wanted:”

 

It is only a dream.

 

I dream too.

 

 

I am alone

and of the four corners in this room

I am the only one

standing naked where the ends meet –

I am the one in the middle

a desert of mind.

 

Trace your way back to me

and we can make lines that last

in memory

back to where we came from

and to where we are going

make pictures with shadows-

give it a name.

Loving Red

I know love;

how to toss it away.

What makes us scared.

And not feeling seems safer after all.

 

Laughing is what holds –

-friendship

sustains us one to the next

comforts our fall.

 

Dreams in red

hue into blue

turning grey through night.

 

What makes us scared?

I know love

sustains us

as we fall

and laughter holds

our friendship.

 

Grounded

tiny trials are only tribulations

for what must come

we wait

the hallmark of prosperity

between rock and earth tones

tall trees of green

like seeds

we all grow towards light

gravitate

to live

we all must find the space

that nurtures us

home.

in-between places

etching out the lines
weaving in the middle
what defines us
we allow ourselves to be

at home
i build tributaries
and carve a place where
you fill in the creases

in-between
we follow flames
maps without traces
finding  Truth

it all falls naturally
into space
and what we make
becomes rock

I watch my little ones

faces press against pane

and i wonder

what i’ve taken away

Happy Birthday

TO: Me