So your heart
to be a dead end.
You lead me down this path,
with a promise of love.
I walked towards you,
to get somewhere.
But I ran into
your cold shoulders.
Now I lie here in bed,
chilled by the rain outside
and the darkness
of your eyes.
I wish I had stayed,
and watched you open to me
like morning glories open
in bright morning sun.
you were pulling me closer
against your hard body,
like you do sometimes in sleep.
was not so rare.
“Do I dare put the dream market on display?” — Anne Sexton
Please do not steal
my gilded words, carefully crafted,
from the tip of my heart’s pen, stained as it is
with the ink of my blood.
Please do not rip
my precious fluttering heart
out from the velvety folds of my delicately embroidered hope chest,
so innocently beating.
do not dim
my small spark of radiant life,
effusive with love and agony,
my intrepid inner lantern
along the path
of my soul.
Always a lonely hunter of the heart,
I stalked your movements across the wilderness of my inner visions,
contemplated your various images like Rorschach blots
as they were painted in my dreams,
your petulant moods, your hard walls and ragged edges,
your painful betrayals, your ambiguous returns,
your stolen kisses
taken like a thief in the night.
When I saw you,
your brooding eyes spelled me to you
like sorcerer’s stones.
Your carefully cast glances entered the soft, yearning places on my body
with invisible hooks,
luring me to crave
your warm touch,
the familiar feel
of your rough hands
on my skin.
Inside my void, I rearranged things
with the insight of my secret wisdom.
as you fell through an inevitable crack
in the liminal space,
dove into the pool
“God brought us together in this place” you said philosophically
after grabbing me
and pulling me to you at the bar.
But I only believe
in a personal god
and the artistry
of this living dream,
so when I found myself later that night
lying sweetly in your arms like a bear cub
in a cozy cave,
I knew I had crafted that moment with the clay of my will,
had penned it with my own divine hands,
as that is what I am willing to do
in pursuit of poetry.