I find myself in bed again
Surrounded by my sheets.
My exhaustion slips and twirls and bends
As I slide underneath.
wasn’t it a moment ago,
I stood on borrowed time?
Flaunting sunlight at the sky
Which stretched out; golden; mine?
Where did the time and daylight go
Have they followed sound away?
For now the world
And soft; its melodies relinquished —
They sink dreamily by,
So many loves;
An ache, a pain, a constant throb
Yet somehow you’ve managed to be
A combination of all three.
I’m exhausted and
My dreams were dark.
Another night has passed
Filled with my mind’s
Another morning breaks
To tell me the shadows that creep upon my bed
People are confused about love
They think it must come with trappings, with decoration
They think it is bound to kisses and physical embrace
They are wrong…
Love does not have to be romantic.
A man and a woman can love each other innocently,
without desire, with great care and aching hearts and need and laughter and friendship, in the way
Cold room empty room big room
Others drift in, trepidation spilling from their breath
We take our seats and plant our feet and try to understand
Everything we’ve ever learned like words in blurry sand
I take a breath and risk a glance off the bindings of my own island
And am rewarded by your panic mirroring my own.
I told you I would call, regardless of the hour
Should you leave by darkest gate
Within my dreaming sour;
And yet as others passed by, doomed
My dreams in some way knew;
No matter what my lips professed,
I cared not (greatly) if you left;
For I did not love you.