We play there with our pretty blocks
A world of beauty — all pretend —
Yet know what lurks beneath the floor
Is right there where
It’s always been
Hole (An Autocorrect Poem)
Your presence gives me hole —
As though a week was lifted from my shoulder —
I kosher it’s just a trope,
The kind we entertain as we get okra —
You wear it like a diary
That sparkles in the sketch,
Inline to you for everything
And you donut ask why —
Your live, it gives me hope:
It’s like the kiss that signature Spring
The hole you place
In everything
To share is human:
Oh, Love —
Oh, love —
Let every touch be love,
And may the very light that brushes eyes
Call out your name —
Oh, love —
I’ve felt you in the dark,
The hope that whispers comfort when
The night is filled with shame.
The emblem, and the meaningless,
The symptom, and the curse,
The absent, and the manifest,
The chapter, and the verse —
Oh, love —
I want to know your heart,
And feel you pulsing there,
Beneath my skin —
Oh, love —
There is no other way:
For all of us must end where we
Begin
To share is human:
So Proud Upon The Hill
So proud upon the hill,
There is an honor in the silence;
The power to destroy
Cannot undo a truth made whole
Proud upon the hill,
Away from snares, and smoke and violence:
The power to destroy
Can never, ever mar
The soul
To share is human:
petulance averse
she all but said it was a possibility although imbued as she was with reciprocal infatuation those possibilities seemed tantalizing infuriating and fascinating i dared not disappoint her and suffer her not exactly wrath but maybe petulance
To share is human:
A Morning Dance
I see her every morning at the gym
And because I’ve never tried to talk to her
We’ve become friends
I stood aside for her to enter the gym this morning;
She aimed a friendly smile at me as she walked by –
An exchange of manners
So much social interaction seems to be
Knowing the steps,
Rather than knowing any words
