Gravity

The day
gravity stopped
the rain hung around us.
Trees leaned, frozen in the wind.
And the birds paused
mid-singing.
Drenched as we were, you and I
stood still, so close
to a kiss.
And the city was suddenly so quiet.
Until we entered
the stillness, our lips met.
The rain started falling.
The trees swayed and the birds
were singing.

// 11 Aug 2020

Adrenaline

He is precious, my one and only
adrenaline,
fuel of swift rides
beneath fields upon fields of
midnight stars.

// 08 Aug 2020

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

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