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My Love

My love is not an I, I, I
It’s a you, you, you
An us, us, us.

My love cannot be put to bed
It never closes its eyes
It never sleeps—can’t be laid to rest.

My love cannot ungrow
It’s for all seasons
Blossoms in the sunshine and the moonlight.

My love is an “original goodness”
A remembered dream
That which can resuscitate a heart.

Doubling Time

So maybe I won’t be your
good morning or good night
Maybe I won’t be able to
bake you that birthday cake from scratch
or massage your favorite oil
into your hair or even paint your toenails
your favorite shade of sea green.

And maybe we won’t be able to cry together
or hold each other’s hands delicately, tenderly, tightly
when it really matters—when it really counts
Because maybe love doesn’t conquer everything
and that’s the real lesson, the real truth
hidden beneath our utopian relationship
But you know what?
I still believe our love has no half-life.

The Universe Wants An Us

It’s not you or me, really
It’s the stars, the poles
of magnets, the hands
of the gods, the three Sisters of Fate

Well, sometimes it’s only you
And, sometimes it’s only me

But also, the tides of love, the gravitational
pull of celestial spheres, chemistry and chemicals,
hormones and synapses, butterflies and that winged boy with arrows,
pen and paper, tea leaves and tarot cards, and
social influencers, bloggers, rebels, dreamers, lovers

See, really, it’s not up to you or me

Because if the universe wants an us
Who are we to go against the universe?

Others

I hope they come in reckless swarms
Blow in like the worst storms ever seen
Breaking windows and tearing off doors
Flooding my inbox with inappropriate messages
Even rushing toward me with lusty hands
Wearing mouthwatering lingerie
Or nothing but flirty smiles
And in numbers too large to count
In fact, I hope they come
Nonstop, every day
Just so I can show you how
I’d turn them all away in favor of you