Sunday

True Friends


   (for my BFF)

The smile that captured me
and the easy laughter we shared
while creating wispy worlds
and planning pandemonium
or crafting chaos over coffee
being
   free

We've lost those days
to grown up worries
and family concerns
-- the balancing act
of being both lovers 
and parents at once
lost sometimes 
from one another
in our own worlds of 
   pain

I love you still
and I'm always here
I carry you in my heart
Your pain is mine
even when we're 
   apart

I only wish I knew
what words to say
or what to do
and for not being there
when you need me
I'm 
   sorry


Saturday

Liquid Rainbows

deep purple twilight
swirls in drops
of minted chocolate
childhood innocence

lost tonight as colors fade
from creamy butter yellow
and blood cherry-red
to shades of infinite grey

making love to
the scarlet russian
chased to bed by
scottish gold

waking in the arms
of the dark black columbian
and basking in the glow
of iced white honey

Friday

Incarnation

Supremely divine
Perfectly misunderstood

Descended from Love 
unhindered by contracts
unbound by human restraints
unfettered by laws needed to protect

Dangerous
Daring
Breaking the rules

Waiting in silence
Biding time
Seeking the garden
Before the tree

Where love was fractured
Introduced
to jealousy
to lust
to chaos

Can we find love
in a way that will matter?

far beyond standards 
introduced by the fruit
followed by legalism
layered  by expectations

can love be incarnate
exist with question
resist definition

Love in a box
is not love at all

Love is incarnate
simply pure
a sacrificing of oneself
the feeling, touching, holding arms
of a passionate God

Love is incarnate
protectively bold
a creation of another
the conception of more
than our human minds conceive

Wednesday

Hand-Me-Down

There's something sweet
in the simple gift
of the moss green 
long sweater
worn for a while 
by a friend of a friend
someone I hardly know
and yet...

This sweater holds
the memories of her
and the cares she held
as it held her
in those moments

Now it holds me
with long soft arms
warm and gentle
clinging to me
with comforting favor

Casting stark silhouette
to hug where I need it
left free when I don't
and it holds me together
when I come undone

Tuesday

Overwhelmed

slowly

it 
    begins

dripping

        randomly
with hints 
           of grace

it builds 
to moments 
where clouds burst
and rushing commences

suddenly
the downpour
makes seeing beyond
my newly drenched self
utterly and solely impossible

the deluge breaks
and I'm swept away
beyond my ability to stop
lost in the waves of the whirling
riding in rapids I cannot navigate
never alone but constantly surrounded
by overwhelming crashing eddies
consuming my capabilities
drowning all desire
to escape this
intensity of

love 

Monday

Personal Bartender

   (for my big brother, Rob)

Gentle voice commands
the order exact
eyes twinkling
lips curled in boyish smile

His strength takes
whatever I dish
as crying I pelt him
with fists too weak

My face rains
as his touch so gentle
pushes back my hair
and wipes the drops away

My voice trips itself
in its rush to explain
but he offers a hand
to assure I'm okay

he'll share a drink
or the experience I need
but he mostly just listens
and in silence, holds me

Sunday

Perfect

I try
        too hard
to hold perfection

grasping so tightly
my fingers bleed
white from pressure
ever weakened

slipping slowly
falling from me
expectations elusive...

pressing back
        trying to regain
that which I feel I've lost

though...

it's mostly just control
despite the truth I know
that perfection is right here