Monday, June 29, 2015

Another...love poem

I write 
a lot of love poems
sometimes I think 
all of them are 
Just love letters
love letters to each other 
I'm going to 
keep writing them 
I'm going to 
serenade the air with them
I'm going to 
fill my life with them
We get to 
love a few other souls
In this time that we are here
Before we 
move on to the unknown
We get to 
learn how to love each other
through learning how to love ourselves
We get to 
learn how to love ourselves
through learning how to love each other
Love lifts us
even if just for a moment
so we 
stand up straight and tall 
and see
what 
magnificently 
beautiful 
creatures
that we 
truly are
And that is something 
that should not be left 
to sit in silence
All we 
really want to do is talk to each other
listen to each other
in as many different languages 
as we 
can learn
and my goal is to be 
multilingual
a shameless polyglot
So I will not be 
sheepish
about how many napkin verses I jot
about the singsong flowers I brought
about the jade polishing 
forked tongued stitching
velvet forging 
verbal battles I have fought
I will 
write them everyday 
Different ones
The same ones
rearranged ones
unchained and untamed ones
out-loud and with-out 
even one ounce of shame ones
secret and only floating on the wind ones
unhinged, 
uncensored,
blushing and shaking
Anais Nin
insanely inflamed ones
Again and again
I will 
not end 
my time here
without making sure
that those whom I love
can be 
sure to 
hear me
I will 
repeat myself
abundantly
redundantly
Without tire 
Without regret
Lest they forget
I will 
endure the eye rolling 
the sarcastic smiles
the self conscious discomfort 
I will 
always remind them
by writing poems
Love poems
Love letters to each other
That will 
eventually  
without doubt
effortlessly
pass through my lips
and my eyes
and my fingertips
All we 
have to do 
to love each other
is talk to each other
Completely
No detail spared
Thoroughly 
As long as it takes
As gently 
as you can imagine
For we 
are only here for a little while
We get to 
love a few other souls
In this time that we are here
For just a little while
So here is 
another poem
Another love poem 
Just another love letter
That I 
wrote for you

Sunday, June 28, 2015

etching ink on acetate


Brand New

She always feels brand new
A puzzle I want to solve 
everyday 
again 
and again
I want to get it right
crack the code
find the combination
But then 
every night
I want her to change it
because 
every day
I want to do it all over 
again

I show her my insecurities 
my eccentricities 
the holes in my heart
One by one
layer after layer
deeper than I have ever been 
brave enough to go
And somehow 
she still sees the good
and I know that I am good
But through the details
of conversations
interpretations
mutual navigation 
the smallest interactions
she helps me see
exactly how
I can be
great 

And still I want
I will always want her
It is the 
second 
most powerful force
that I have ever felt 
in my short life 
thus far 
It pushes up inside me
out through every limb
Every fingertip
Every goosebump
Every breath
A feeling that I love
almost more than anything
It is the creative force
It is what drives me
However 
it is an experience 
that is not to be driven
Experience
is not driven 
it is ridden 
You must let the present 
take the wheel
Sit in the passenger seat
beside it
Stand in it
Lay entwined with it
For driving is dangerous
It is a task 
a job 
an accomplishment
If I am too focused 
on the road ahead
like a good driver should be
then I speed past 
what brought me to this space 
in the first place
The way time slowed down
almost stood still
when I looked into her eyes
The way I could feel the air 
all around me 
when I sat next to her
The way my ears warmed 
from the sweet vibrations 
of her voice
The way my mind 
was finally soft 
with my heart 
The involuntary reaction 
to be tender with her 
was so strong 
that it overtook 
me
Uncontrollably 
That strongest gentle
it is the 
first 
most powerful force
I have ever felt
and it always remains
underneath all the rest
It makes me slow down
exactly as I need to
Fast is the part of me 
that I don't want to be
anymore
I want to bask in my slow motion
A movement I am reminded of
every time I swim
in her deep ocean
With every crashing wave
that washes over me
so completely 
she makes me feel
like I am 
brand new

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Nothing to make up for


There is no woman 
who walks this earth
that needs to wear makeup 
There is no skin that is flawed
No feature out of place
Shape and contour
are never less than 
only full of grace
A woman is   the   most   magnificent 
of all that is created
Stress and pain 
may sometimes 
be injected
into the surface of the skin
but even then 
kinetic energy 
transforms
gives way
in the end
to the softness that remains
The tender heart
that always lives underneath
The open arms 
ready to enfold yours
Gentle eyes wait
on the inside
The open soul
holds the power
of ocean waves
The weight of the world 
will wear anyone away
but it is the change
the journey brings
that pulls the loveliness
out within each she
The strength of a jaw
next to the wisp of an eyelash
The soft of a cheek
turning into twisting tendons 
that run down a long neck
The circle of hair
playing peekaboo 
with the golden spiral of ears
Silent endless depths 
about which 
pupils speak
The waltzing circles 
that each pair of lips
glides through 
with involuntary choreography 
How shameful it is
What a crime is committed 
when the truth of beauty is distorted 
by the thought that
ANY of it
should ever need 
improvement
To be covered
Not seen
in the clearest daylight
in its fullness 
its authenticity
its priceless nakedness 
and details of the life being lived
Sorrow wells up at the thought 
of not knowing by heart 
where all of the skin spots have grown 
over the years 
and exactly how the smile lines 
connect with the crows feet 
when my absolutely, stunningly, gorgeous grandmother
sees me 
and tells me

Every 

Single

Time

that I am beautiful


I wish for every woman
to know
that joy
I wish for every woman
to feel
that love
Maybe then
Every woman would know
that there is
nothing 
they need to make up for