She puts me on in every season
Regardless of time, place, or location
In the rain, the sleet, and the snow
Apparently I’m some sturdy husband material
Tag Archives: writing
Inked
I’m infatuated with the speed at which you spill your ink
Imagine all the ways you guide your pen over a page
Fantasize about how you dot your i’s and cross your t’s
And now I can’t stop thinking of collaborating
An Empty Apartment
Came home and the windows were smashed
The place empty, all my belongings taken
And then you walked in next
And I remembered:
I still had everything
Lost in Translation
I can’t translate you into a poem
Your radiance is dulled in words
Totem
My spiritual animal
Must be the hawk
Every time I leave your hand
I come right back
HER AIRNESS
on the days i breathe her in
i never want to breathe out
(Subtlety) I Think
SHE LOVES ME MOST
WHEN I’M WEARING
THE EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES
A Poem About You
Whether it’s sunny or not
When you’re around
There’s sure to be light
Your Love
(For Ra)
Not the avalanche of twilight
Nor the moonbeam mist
Or the rain-wrapped clouds above
But a poetic movement
A mythical magical dream
A first and only
Some high and higher
Some better and best
Some always and never
Your love has no lows
No descents, no plateaus
No warnings, no dangers
That should be said another way
(Or in endless ways, really)
So let’s try it again
Your love has no phases
No halves, no slivers, no waning
It’s just full, complete, swoony … like when the sky supports the whole of the moon
Only Want What I Have
(To R.S.)
don’t want the money
of the richest man
the looks
of the handsomest actor
the heart of
the Dalai Lama
nor the connections
of the Pope
only want what I have
since I’m the only one
who has YOU.
