A Tendency For Love In A Forlorn Hope
Are we falling away? This is just supposed to be a beginning. Our
hearts tore open, jutting out of our chests.
My imploding rib cage is
so heartfelt as if tiny sharp things are piercing through my skin
—especially in that seeming
—point of no return.
I kept steady and not wanting anything more, out of this;
Except, now that our fates intertwine.
Now what am I supposed to do
to unleash my whole self
to you?
You're great and nice—at that;
I am out of words.
Your wiles foreshadow me.
Territorial Imperative
You know that I could love
you with agape;
It is such a wonder that you
had stopped me on my way
But when I had to think of you
It has kept me dazed—always
My waking states alter day-to-day
Just for seeing your smiling face
A guy who would be likened
to a man, by a woman
It is unchartered territory,
But it could be the best one.
To Paddle One's Canoe Over Still Waters
Seeming storylines are child's play
Appearing to you like 'tis
something funny
Out of our little trembling political
situation
If only stars are the silent majority
They must twinkle—endlessly, without a noise
No matter how far we are,
theoretically
The light year spanned space-time
to have brought
me to you
—wondering, now, if vice versa is
also
true
In a sense of delight that had made
young lovers swoon
'Tis a mother's loving caress to a
newborn
A perfect love of Astrological
compatibility
And forever they will
choose to share lovingkindness
—to each other & for others.
—
As well.