things haven’t changed

10.16.2006

Contractual

As we approach this:
the possibility of things endless,
I move forward decisively.

To the world: Repetition,
but this is constant reliance,
through calm and storm;
I do not live in pattern,
I rely on love reborn.

There are no dotted lines,
X does not mark the spot;
Either hearts hope to be one,
or love is said for naught.

Tis true, that time may undo,
but if I be moved, I will fall.
Because I choose to give, I give it all.

where i want to be

i want to see my breath taken away,
to feel that sense of wonder again.
if only i could say all that i used to;
this apprehension has me captive,
this is the first risk to seem too great.
in my dreams i’m outside the door,
listening to every breath, every stir.
i’d cling even to a place on the outside
only if it kept me close to what was.
the dreams i dream i cling to at dawn,
the desires, the needs, they continue on.
childhood is far away from where i am,
but i imagine much, and hope even more.

could you lie down your head and be transparent for awhile…