Crown

I have not met a man
who is all at once a hero,
healer, lover, and poet.
Perhaps
he is not these whom I have met
but the eternal man.
My head would say a crownless fool,
a fool for love and all unseen,
but in my heart
he is prince.

// 06 Aug 2020

Where My Skin Ends

Where my skin ends
your love begins.
You trace me into a poem,
I write you into flesh.
And when we press
there is more blood than kiss,
more gut than verse,
more fever than rhyme.
You break me into a line
more cut than pause,
more tense than still,
more raw than feel.
And where your poem ends
my body begins again.

// 04 Aug 2020

Shedding

Let’s shed our names,
our titles, our skin color, all we’ve
ever dreaded in a lunatic society,
and listen
only to our guts and our hearts,
see the whole damn world,
watch our minds turn
speechless.

// 03 Aug 2020

Leap

My heart leapt a beat
at the sound of his name—
like that first jump
from a cliff to the sea
on a ripe summer day and we
couldn’t get enough of the high
of the very first try.

// 02 Aug 2020

A Toast

I have no other thought
but to travel freely again–
to taste the whole world
in a glass of wine,
of friends cherished
and moments savored,
of thrills relived
and stories treasured,
a toast to the stars
to a life fully flavored.
And while to travel alone
is an impulse I covet,
to travel with my beloved
would be my least regret.

// 01 Aug 2020

Seville

I ran my hand
across the cathedral stone
and walked up a spiral staircase
where this large window
framed this lost man
in the cobbled streets below
looking for the love of his old heart.

// 30 Jul 2020

Kundalini

Our essence is like a seed.
It roots
deep into the earth,
bursts with a faint leaf, and rises
in search of air
and light.
Time passes
and then quite suddenly
we bloom
like a wildflower—
in full color, fragrance, and brilliance.

// 25 Jul 2020

Watching

You watch me in my sleep,
I watch you in my dreams
as the stars watch over us.

// 23 Jul 2020

All I Need

He is the only one I need—
my bread and my breath,
my blood and my fire.
As insanity takes the hold of me,
life without him would be
twice the madness.

// 21 Jul 2020

Sunlight

How faint
the sunlight falls
on my hips
as his poem does
to my ears.

// 20 Jul 2020

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