Let us love not with vigor, or emotion, or with zest
Let us love not with impassioned words and hearts pounding in our chest
Let us love instead with sorrow and the heartbreakings of heaven,
Each added soul a brimming whole
Of halves and broken edges.
Let us love with all our purpose and our glances and our restings
Let us love with every one in world envisioned like the best
Let us love like nothing ever happened and nothing ever will;
Let us love as wide and far as the east is from the west.
Like God in Earth heals our hurts,
Let us love
pine-shells and mud clumps, rivers and vines
I like you now and love you all of the time
silvering skies, blossoming eyes
the rivers that run through my heart seek a prize
i speak to the mountains, they chuckle and sigh
the treetops wave down at the seas with delight
feathers and roots, charred logs and sticks
my dear, i’m wholly in love with your rhetoric.
I can never be a pilot
Nor an astronaut
I cannot dredge the seas
Or climb the mountaintops
I cannot be a surgeon, nor a soldier
Will never be allowed to hold death in my hands
But I can be a fighter
And a lover, and a writer
I can breathe the oceans and sail the sky
I will always see the heights if they’re set under the right guise
the only thing i need to live the world
There is such a strong memory in me
concrete and water
the buzzing of the trees, the steaming of the leaves
i can feel the rough-stone against my hands, the wet bricks lapped by endless sands
the tumbling shadows through the branches, currents caught by the wilder-man
i hear the scraping of the twigs, the breaking rustle of their twins
no one can remove this energy
i still pause every now and again, shocked
that anything should give me hesitation.
it still doesn’t quite make sense that
your unhappiness, even in the midst of my anger AT YOU,
should move me with such alarming strength.
never before have i been
unable to withhold reconciliation;
it was always a move of pity, never
one of love,
not like now, where my heart crumples if i cannot end the stony silence
and hold you.
I still feel fake
Like I am a parade
What business do I have
Saying I’m not okay?
As healthy as I seem… My sickness can’t be seen.
My poison had no name
So WHO AM I TO CLAIM
“I can’t because I’m lame…”
To pass along the blame?
It is so hard to accept, to know
That I can ever say no…