Choices

Roads diverge in

Yellow woods

All the time…the

Power

Is in the

Potential.

And Frost was right

When he implied that

Both

Would be equally pleasant.

Sometimes with roads

It’s not so much a

Matter of

Which

But rather

When.

Renaissance

Twice blessed

Thrice blessed

Empowered to inhabit the

Flip of my hair…the

Pale of my eyes…the

Curve of my skin.

Measuring life by the

Length of my arms and the

Strength of my thighs.

Emboldened by the

Swell of my lip…the

Trip of my tongue.

Immersed in the good,

Ready to run

To the new.

Gifts

I cannot give you riches.

I cannot give you gold.

But I can give you a heart that is true,

And a love that will never

Grow cold.

Gifts are fragile and tricky things.

Best when selfless and

Without any strings.

But what if a gift is rejected?

Reflected?

Lonely and left behind?

The giver then has a choice to make.

Continue to give despite

Heartache and loss,

When gifts that are precious

End up treated as dross.

I cannot give you riches.

I cannot give you gold.

But I will give you a heart that is true,

And a love that will never

Grow cold.

This Hardship is Nothing

Battered, bruised, bloodied, but

Unbroken.

Clinging to this lonely mountain not

Because I’ve given up, but

Rather to gather

Strength to start again.

I would walk the world for you.

I’ve walked until I could no longer stand, and

Now on my knees, I crawl.

Rough, rugged, craggy, lonely mountains will not keep me

From you.

My love is more than this mountain.

My heart’s hunger will not be denied.

I am battered, bruised, bloodied, but

Unbroken.

I will find you.

Love lasts longer than this world only.

Equilibrium

Veer to the left.

Swing wide to the right.

I don't have the

Whatever

to 

Fight this fight.

By the Numbers

Two is amazing.
Two is hand-holding
Glances, looks,
Sighs full of want--
Heavy with meaning, and the 
Buzz of mutual attraction. 
Two is
Public displays of affection that
Catch you unawares and
Take your breath away. 
Two is heat.
Inside jokes,
Wit and wonder. 
Two is always moving 
A little bit closer
Always touching however Two can. 
Two is so big
That the world, the Universe
Shrinks (and yet expands) to
Just one person. 
Two is everything. 
And I am not the
One that you want. 

Blurry

There are no words for this wanting.

Loss (Longing).
Bereft (Alone).
Miracle Mothers
First-time Fathers
A sudden shift to
Empty arms (Empty Spaces).
Holes (Wounds, really).
Hands with nothing to hold.

There are no words for this wanting.

Desire

Lightning travels

When you touch me

My perimeter aglow with

St. Elmo’s fire

I crackle and snap

Thrumming and tingling

Barometric pressure within rises

Pheromones soak me to my skin

Cloud to cloud lightning strike

Maelstrom unleashed

Outburst

Words are
Shimmering, simmering, glimmering
On the tip of my tongue.
Effervescent
Burbling bubbles 
Ready to burst upon the blue.

Some words 
Spoken too soon 
Are sour; simmering
Makes them sweeter.
So
I swallow.