Since the moment
I found you,
I have only encountered
two kinds of people:
you
and those who aren’t you.
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Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Since the moment
I found you,
I have only encountered
two kinds of people:
you
and those who aren’t you.
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Perhaps,
instead of seeking
a partner
with a particular skill
or quality,
we should
pursue a person
who is full
of effort,
raw energy
for life
and love.
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.
Written words
are lovers,
climbing into your heart
and changing
who you’ve
been.
You are
the only one
to love me
hard enough
to stir the dust
from my heart,
to shake
the shadows
from its corners.
Standing
in the
brutal air
of a blizzard,
I think,
longingly,
how
unexpectedly
fortunate
the flakes are
to have fallen
where you sit,
caressing you
as they descend.
Startled,
I look down
to find myself
standing
in a pool of water;
the snow has melted.
But what is a relationship
without the freedom
of self-expression?
If you so smother
your partner
that she cannot
be herself,
you have lost your partner,
and she, truly,
should lose hers.
“What do you have to offer me?” she asked.
Nervously, I answer:
“I function within an economy
of words,
and I can offer you
a library
of books
written about the way
you look tonight.”
Without your touch,
I forget my place.
And I find my world barren
absent your embrace.
Without you, I am lonely
with a loneliness that kills.
But with you, darling,
I’m lonelier still.