I want only this: your finger tracing the lines behind my ear my ankle back of my knee and the warm sweet breath remembered so well from the summer we sweated and I too foolish could not bring myself to cool things off
Tag: poetry
Messiah
Young and sleepless I worried planes might fall from blue skies I could be the Messiah and never know it miss my mission miss the call believe in a God helpless and frail
Tragedy
I read of your death black letters on the white page and hope for you your mother, your father that it may have been gentle howl because I share every parent's insistence: you must outlive us
Tremble
Drops tremble on the verge of a cascade and now torrential sadness
Prayer
Lord, thank you for all I do not have: burdens I do not bear problems I need not shoulder worries that never trouble my sleep I counted your love in gifts but it is here, too, in absence quiet and emptiness
Young
Young and empty I tried to fill myself with things, with you Now I know there is no replacing the more of less
Drop
Drop by gentle drop this world is washed clean unburdened and made liquid light
Home Stretch
We can go a long time each of us hoping that maybe if we hold on hold out, hold tight then everything at last will be all and right This is a lie we tell ourselves, each other Hope alone cannot get us home
Precious
This little precious life you have worried thin and sleepless tried to soothe but went forward limping until one day you sat and looked and understood that care for yourself was not selfishness but the precondition for every other love
Awake
Awake before an early-rising sun sleep-caught and lifted I remember the truth: this is the only moment
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