you didn't arrive with me
those days i felt you
might someday form
out of clearer blue,
call because you are
weary knowing never
so misunderstood

wonder in its how you
look from what you've kept
held away from another
who'd not hurt your soul
like that wary disbelief
of being in fallen love with
who won't know your grasp

for one other

your hand dangles
between shall i's moved
sense it was always
this kind of you
that moved, no matter
drops slips rises

(touch touch won't you
dangling between
shall i unseen
touch touch didn't i)

for one other aren't i,
moved unseen one
other sensed always
no matter drops
slips rises aches
for no other your
drops slips aches, me?

again, an unsurrender
as the ways increase
to light a soft asunder.
encounter a joint divine
serving sweetest wines
of want unimaginable,
to be a knower within
an uncreated creation
waiting for your sign.


tomorrow perhaps you'll go,
they've been their forever,
tomorrow's alright with them.


(for me i wonder why
these bodies couldn't fly
but could be lifted by
the please of now children)

empathy

the seen and not seen
the touch without touch
the presence alone
unembodied but within


joy to brave sadness, assuaged
it's otherness, embraced
it's sameness, felt
it's love known

confession

i don't know how to write poetry. never took a class, have no credential, hold no authority. that may be obvious to people. poetry is not easy to read, that's obvious to me.

but i have this experience that no one can tell me a thing about, that appears to be unique enough to interest me, and that i can say in these words and in these ways.

wake

i know you always
answer yes when i love
you until we're eye to eye
again asking for life's why.

yet we've lapsed into real
allowing imperfect sight
to move you out of you,
and miss the one who saw.

like the way i saw you
in eternal recognition
as if renewing thoughts
had multiplied your origin.

(i regret you didn't know
you in those moments
tumbled backward by motions
misrecalled as cannot now)

and send away a vision
that may bring you back
in you to craft my sigh
awake to where you've gone.

souls, part
two) see her eyes change
without falling, blaze
ebonstill while challenged
'til shifting thought amazed,
her beginning to demur
humbles him as well
yet with heads upheld
those inherent mysteries
(no one looks away then
all hold their breath then
two try to remain
unseeming miens of be)
are assurance ingrained
in wide eyed following
pupils acknowledge pulsing,
dilatory, with heart (too
many unprepared to feel
apart (each often disappointed
by each ungraced displacement)
others staying held within