to the winged soul

today, everything changes.
you left and i stayed,
more than stayed,
stayed the same.
on your way, as the saying goes,
paving your life path -
leaving and leaving.

i cry for you,
you little one,
i cry for what we've lost
and what we continue to lose.

i love you,
you grown up one,
i love you for what we are
and the things we will never be.

today, everything changes.
she cried in your wake -
you left in a hurry, leaving her
the same, like me...
discontent, but only sometimes,
just knowing things will never change,
not for us.

go.

the dusty orange morning came,
reluctantly.
yawning and stretching and just not
ready for the day.

out my window, i saw her creep in -
she gently shook my face,
but i was already awake.

things happen.
(they just do)
We get through them -
or we don't.
and if we don't,
it's over,
in one way or another.

august 13th

tonight, my hand
was out the window
and each raindrop
touched me
genuinely and sincerely


each had a job (and
each was serious
about this job)

they all had names.

i just didn't
get a moment
to catch them
all.

prayer

lord,
help me remember
to love each day -
to scoop it up like a
baby bird -
and nuzzle it and hold it close
while i say everything i like about birds.
right out loud.

These houses are just buildings,
not like that tiny body of yours.
Growing that finger nail baby
requires little pieces of your spirit
being chewed up and spit out;
trying to patch the holes
with a slimy stem cell.

They can only do so much, though.

Yours is a big job, you see?
Renovating a sanctuary of
residue and lies
takes elbow grease and a lot of
hope glue.

Let Nature run the race, as they say.

to you

Shame on you, handsome man, for loving me the way you do - you love the hell out of me. You love me when i am a thunder cloud, you love me when i'm an irrational tizzy of sparks. You love my ever expanding body and my heart that beats.
You love me when i don't love myself
and
when i'm a scarred little bubble and when i feel like humidity.
you love me so much that, at times, i feel like i deserve it.

Shame on you, you silly little heart hiccup, you love me so much I just don't know what to do with myself. I wake up, you love me and even still when I fall asleep next to you.
You write me words that god himself spoke and they make me cry.
which i like, or love.
you love me so much - and i love you so much.

we are growing old together.
we are growing old together
and it is nice like clouds.

so, thank you.
thank you for loving me and being that guy who you are.
I don't think I can tell you enough, but my life is easy and twirly and explodingly great...
and i love you.
thanks for being my best friend.
and husband.
and partner.