Everyone
has their own
rhythm
but yours
is the
only one
to make
me to dance.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Everyone
has their own
rhythm
but yours
is the
only one
to make
me to dance.
I have loved you
with things more than love,
beyond the vibrant layers
of devotion
to the rotting
folds of
insecurity and failures;
I have given you
even non-gifts,
because I cannot help
but to offer you everything.
You are poetry,
every lyric
more inscrutable,
yet more beautiful,
drawing me deeper
into a reverie
filled
with flowers
and lace.
Written words
are lovers,
climbing into your heart
and changing
who you’ve
been.
I can’t help
but to look
at you
and think
nothing has ever
looked better
on me.
This time is deceit
for I’ve felt eternity
in my longing for you
and an immortality in your love.
So, external time withers,
for all time is within you.
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She’s never been my sun;
she’s a vibrant moon,
and when her tides pull me in,
the waves crash and carry
my howl
for her.
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