A part of her energy
as we sent
bade the stars enjoy the sunshine’s glint
Taught the cellular earth to relax and breathe
brought the cosmotic canvas to its knees
Glazed the germ of sand, which into oceans quench
She played a trance-filled whippoorwill safety wench
Trumpeted the sloth in its uphill climb
Formed the bridge into a mother-peace lake, sublime
She swam without shame in moonlight’s glove
Floating over the membrane of cerebral love
The perfect summer day
Swimming
Dancing
Playing
in a gentle gale,
Love’s musical dove-shaped fairy tale
Falls into my lap
and plays me well
It is a heart work
no
one comes out of closed-up heart work feeling like
a part of her self wasn’t excised;
she has to renew and regenerate
resulting in a destination –
the completion of divine restitution
But it is a heart-work
different from all others
She is
even in all her confusion
still a very real drop of rain amongst hundreds
that fell on the earth’s head
ran down its nose
wrinkled its forehead
and baptized its toes
I’ve thought many times
about how I miss certain people,
but then I realize
I’m locking those people into being exactly
what I remember them to be
and none of them are the people I remember;
none of them are stuck in that pleasing-me mode
or that not-living-up-to place;
I will never know the ever-changing them.
Again, I say
How can I miss what I do not know
or miss anything that isn’t here
already?
May has
felt like attack
on all sides;
Visualize
a tin can,
opening;
light blinds me to the negative.
I place my thoughts inside
and close the lid
It’s my God can
which runneth over with Love;
My God Can.
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