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“I've been out on that open road

You can be my full time, daddy white and gold

Singing blues has been getting old

You can be my full time, baby

Hot or cold…”

~ Lana Del Rey

I want to come home

To a place where I am wanted

To a smiling face

Open arms and a warm heart

To a place I left long ago

I want to come home

To you

Day by Day

October Day

Coffee and cookies 

In comfy pajamas  

Lazy cozy and cuddled 

On an October day

Her hair tangled 

They talked between the easy silence

Like old friends 

Without expectations 

Warm together while crisp autumn air rustled leaves

She asked him about dreaming

He asked her about cookie crumbs

She told him she was like a cookie, "crispy on the outside but soft and chewy on the inside" 

He smiled and said, "I like how you look"

They spent the day on the couch

Hundreds of miles apart 

Some Things Should Not Be Forgotten

"I remember how seeing the shape of your mouth

that first time, I kept staring until my blood turned to rain.

Some things take root in the brain and just don’t let go."

~ T.S. Elliot, Slow Dance

While kissing her 
He was thinking of how to leave 
To flee the corpus delicti of expectation
Once he wanted to stay
With her
(any her)
To stop the pain
To bring the sleep
He remembers what Catherine once told him
“I would kiss you now if I thought it would help…”
She knew the truth
Metaphors are real
A kiss doesn’t bring life back
Only love does

Sara Bareilles - She Used To Be Mine

Envelope

He slipped his feelings 

Under the door

Sealed in an envelope 

Hoping she would

Notice it 

Open it 

And feel his breath on her skin
As his words caressed her heart

Walking Along The Seine

They stopped walking.

He held her hands.

Standing in front of her.

Looking at her for a long time.

She asked, “why are just standing looking at me?”

He said, “I don’t want to forget this moment – it will never be here again.”

She smiled and her eyes laughed.

He said, “stand still, I am going to take your picture with my eyes”

She looked at him like he was crazy and maybe he was a little but that didn’t matter to her. The sun lit up her face like a flash on a Polaroid camera.

He said, “got it. I have a photo of you that can’t be erased.”
Then they continued walking along the Seine.

Begin Again

At the edge of the night 

After the last sip of wine

Dance with me till dawn

Until the last song ends

As the first moments of tomorrow

Begin again

Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band - Candy's Room

"She says, Baby if you wanna be wild,

you got a lot to learn, close your eyes,

Let them melt, let them fire,

let them burn

Cause in the darkness, there’ll be hidden worlds that shine,

When I hold Candy close she makes the hidden worlds
mine…"

~ Bruce Springsteen, Candy’s Room

Livid

livid, adj.

"Fuck You for cheating on me. Fuck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand. Who came up with the term cheating, anyway? A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh. Someone who thought devastator was too emotional. The same person who thought, oops, he’d gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Fuck you. This isn’t about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars of Monopoly money. These are our lives. You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned."

~ David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary

Changes

she bristled at his fragility 

as

her affection constricted 

the air turned cold

as

the frivolity vacated her eyes

Joy and Balance

I can taste joy

Grief’s sister

She is sweet while grief bitter

Liminal space

Balancing between up and down

Lingering memories on my tongue

Raku on a palette

Forgotten summer

Drought of comfort

My fondest reward

Dancing with joy

Being believed in
Again

Mixed Tape

on the mixed tape of my life

you're the song

i always rewind
and play over and over

The Barstool Prophet

The barstool prophet

Looks down the long dark road

At all the empty glasses

All the forgotten names

Listening to words not spoken

Feeling what is not given

Moses with his staff and broken speech

Elijah calling down fire and hiding in his cave

laughter ~ deserts ~ loneliness

friends of prophets

Noah plants a vineyard

Ruth uncovers her lovers’ feet

The scarlet cord of the whore dangles for us all

salvation out of Jericho

Jesus turns sewer water to Roman wine

While Magdalene finds comfort in the carpenters arms

pain drowns in the flood

blood waters the garden of anguish

emptiness fills with a tender touch

Broken beaten abandoned

Raise the cup

Drink deeply the healing tonic

Spill the wine

David write another psalm

To soothe aching souls

Absalom

Absalom

Absalom

The barstool prophet buys another round

The hangover proves you're still alive

New songs for old hearts

Resurrected from cold tiled bathroom floors

To dance and leap

in

Rebellion against resentful gazes from windows on high

In Michal and her sisters’ eyes

All the stolen Judas kisses

In back alley dive bars

Can't turn around the broken promises

The barstool prophet turns to the girl on his left

at the Red Sea Tavern

David's old friend Abishag

He says baby, "my bones are getting colder each night - winter is coming soon"

Be my promised land

Take my hand

Be my muse

One more drink

For the fallen and misunderstood

In captivity tonight

Who write graffiti on wailing walls

"I'll love you forever...
But forever hasn't happened yet..."