i looked outside my sad window
and ate a piece of my heart
; felt the cold through the glass
window of this old home.
bidding time biting nails
and hear the bell tower at
6 pm — everything but you
So i called my mother – she was
out painting colors like
the sky at sunset so i put
upon my flesh (the raincoat)
from the pouring rain
Everything but you
Bit the upper flesh of my lip
and tucked inside my heart
from all the pain all the pain
— and I know dear, you love me;
you were meant for me and I for you;

I stood within the vast emtipness
of a field; shed the poison of
hurt and tramau and knelled inside
the mud and frozen dirt. If not
for my human form I could be just
the brilliant light within my Soul
; and if you failed to notice,
if you failed to see — love deserves
more than foolish games; word play,
terrible stares; horrible words.

:: 12-01-2017 ::