Normal

Divided view,
from your prison window
squared
replicated

Chain reaction,
the pallid resignation
of time registering
captive

Dull taste,
memory washing out
the neighboring sense
of pleasure

Only the pitch gets
sharper, grating
sparking
the rose of fire

Pain, inflicted

It can be an ax, precise and merciful
its instant delivery

Or the sanding down
of affection, turning to polished hatred

It can be the stalagmite
of resentment swells petrifying

Or the covert erosion
of supporting columns

It is the cold hearth of
extinguished love turned to bitter ash

I can tear you up
all the same, with my love misused

A ship in port is safe but that's not what ships are built for

Hidden

Concealing and feigning,
 leveled discipline
for the forbidden joy

Scaled justice, merely
protecting the balance
of innocent players versus villains

She never bit the fruit or crossed
the trust line
only toiled at keeping a secret

The burden of the interior
truth had to be jettisoned
just as the sin finally became

but a perception

Υοur Hands


Slender, ample, gentle in touch
moving with certainty to form
connection

Soundless language of kindness
and care, perchance desire
 is their touch

You are holding in your palm
that distant sense of exile
along with the strings

to my heart

A memory, memorial

Cold air on the span bridge,
 metal attracting back and forth

Every season, hues change
seeking each other

Love grows round, brimming
then blisters and spills, wetting paper sails

To shreds, the raft is listing,
it capsizes

Being too shallow to hold
afloat stretching wings

Frozen June smiles, still glow
up-lighting the memory

of Camelot

Love is so short, forgetting is so long

Pablo Neruda

" And so we know and rely on the love God has for us: God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them"

John 4:16

 A stream

After the flood, assigned to random hems
held only by moving on

On a journey most spectacular
to join the endless sea

Icy pride melt into a rivulet
serene, clear, invulnerable

What a casting call
nota bene, the humble brook-

is a beautiful solace to earth

What you don't know

Peering in vitrines,
coveting shiny displays

That all look magical,
perfect, untouchable

Seem to magnify your want
twee zing envy's curled worm

Vowing to forge a shared life
you set to find your heart's missing half

Oh, to be a speck of dust
to travel the underside of icons

To light the pain windows shield
 to taste the breaking brittle hate

To dress with sorrow's cloak
that knots nuptials' straitjacket arms

Then perhaps you'll find
your fantasy was blessed

Wanting what you cannot have
a present

To offer your compassion
your just reward

To love is
 to give up what you want to hold the most