You Who Flew Away

You Who Flew Away

When I die

(and I will die)

I'll wish that you were there

That you were strong enough to stay.

There will always be traces of you in my heart

They can never fade away

(They were born in there to stay.)

Unlike you

Who flew away

(But it's all right

We all decay

in heart and body anyway.)

But if I were here today

I'd ask for you to stay.

Stay.

Written approximately on 11.4.10

Revised 11.22.10 @ 11:00 PM

Nowhere is home.

Nowhere is home.

You let me call my space with you home. Why would you if you knew I couldn't stay? You should've cut me off at the knees. Would've been cruel, but at least it would be honest. It would've prepared me.

Instead you let me sink so deep into your arms. The one place where I felt safe, where I felt unbreakable.

And then you broke me.

Now nothing is safe, and nowhere is home.

Written 11.18.10 @ 3:33 PM

Our Slanted Room.

Our Slanted Room

We're in bed, but we're not

You're away in dreams and I in thought.

The ceiling calls attention with its slant

For achieving asymmetry I can't.

This beautiful strangeness seduces the eye

Making the world seem too big to hear me cry.

And yet I do, with thoughts of you

Inside our slanted room.

Written 8.31.10 @ 8:50 AM

The Reflection.

The Reflection.

You leave the room
without a word
and I feign ignorance
back to the door
eyes on the screen
but I'm not watching the TV

Only waiting for your reflection
to appear and soften the friction
of this growing void.

Written 8.17.10 @ 1:58 PM

Capturing love with the lens.

Capturing love with the lens.

You have a good eye for photography

So why don't you use it more on me

I'll be the flash and you the film

And we'll capture the lovers' realm

Don't shy away, command the lens

And document these lover friends

From youthful blossoms in the spring

To hard roads they'll be weathering

Each tick of time a precious frame,

A tender moment, and our sweet claim

To life and love and breath and touch

Make our last frame illustrate such

And Time will be our endwise witness

To the breadth and depth of feral love.

Written 7.22.10 @ 10:28 PM

Lived-in.

Lived-in.

I like the look that's lived-in

Scattered sheets and open locks

Surround ourselves with love-fused objects

You fold the towels and I the socks

Every item sought and touched

Laid in this room by one of us

Except for those you wanted closer

Pieced me up and closed the box

But love is not an object

And can't be caught or tamed

It flows through the air we breathe

And electrifies this home we've made.

Written 7.18.10 @ 8:05 PM

Racing the Darkness.

Racing the Darkness.

The trees sparkle with fireflies,

Late night, and we're all alone.

They're racing the darkness,

And I'm racing home.

My foot on the pedal,

My mind in the clouds,

And my heart dissolving

Under earthen shrouds.

Roadside, my eyes catch a glimpse

Of a friend, a foe, a follower:

My motor's speeding shadow,

And it blazes as I cower.

The sight of it making me ache,

As I yearn to break free

From this heavy, dark, unseemly fate

Of a life bound by me.

Written 6.13.10 @ approximately 12:00 AM

'Til our fingers touch again...

'Til our fingers touch again...

I didn't want to say goodbye. And the longer we stood there, the more distant and dreamlike the memories of our beautiful time became. I wanted us to hold each other forever. I gave you my newest poem, inspired by your tenderness, and told you to save it for later. We kissed and hugged a while. And eventually, after a few failed attempts to part ways, we let go and our fingers lost touch... I hated the feeling of weightlessness in my hand once your fingers were no longer resting in it. It was sudden and cruel.

Written 6.8.10 @ approximately 9:00 AM