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I am listening
Inside
Soulful sounds
Languish in my mind
Invoking indulgent love songs

Our time, come
At last, we're first
Soft bellies, deep breaths
Our eyes
Alive, harmonized

No longer young
In our love
Wisdom beyond
A knowing
So far beyond

I have always been
So good
At dreaming
You here, dappled in silver
My very own galaxy

Flesh meets flesh
We always
Mesh,
Nothing less
There's truth in the depths

Far more extravagant than my imagination
I am not that creative
I cannot make this
Bliss

Meet me in this clearing
Today is all I have
And you love me
Always

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Are we not
All ordinary animals-
Survivalists living
Together

Sometimes escaping
What is great
What is
Too much?

Feeling
The fleeting
Slipping
Beyond grasp

Unequipped and unraveling
Something to say, something to touch
I am trying
With newness every mourning

I learn and relearn
Lessons with each breath
If not nudged, forced
I am back together again

Booming, beaming, light
Nothing less
Never less
Always more

I think it speaks
To my ample resiliency

I can't be everything
To everyone

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My son says
"Watch me fly!"
Such simplicity
Inspires me

His words, like musical notes
Linger in the wind
He is weightless
In his freedom

I want to say
"Watch me fly!"
I want to imagine
This limitlessness

So, here I am
Again
I surrender
Noise, be quiet

Our chemistry is undeniable
I've missed you, Old Friend
Don't ask me
"Where have you been?"

There is no room for frivolity
I spill my heart
Pouring out truth and reality
So much comfort in this familiarity

My pen dies
Ink has run out
I am thankful, though
I have lots of colors

I find so much humor
In the irony
Of abrupt endings
I pause

Unfolding, I am in
A great space
Time to begin again
"I am going to take off"

Watch me fly!

Birthday Poem

Birthday Poem

The way I love
Is my way

I give to you
My love offerings

I wait 
Longingly
For you to unwrap
My gifts
Crafted for you

Alone

I wait
For you to unravel 
My myths 

I wait
For you to ravish 
My lips
My hips

Circle the moon
Building and building
Curling and winding

I wait for you
To resolve my complexity
To find my irony

I wait
For you
Indefinitely

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You ask me who I am
I'm proud to say
No longer can I answer
With contrived responses to fill your expectations

Fear does not well up, that I am not enough
No need to hide emptiness
When I've been filled to the brim
Uncovered, I have been

Released from pretense and pleasantries
I don't need
To be
Anything
More

I already am
Ironically, I can never be more

I am a treasured jewel.
I am a masterpiece.
I am a mirror.
I am a gift.

I am everything
I'm supposed to be
Already
Won't you meet me here?

Pleasure

No shame, no distortions

Inside my depths
I have embraced
The selfishness of my proclivities

Thick with flesh, I beg
Fill my life, every nook and cranny
Drenched in what pleases me
I am greedy

One could argue the immaturity of this state
I call freedom

The earth understands me
Sun beams touch my skin over and over
I come back for more
I always want more

Accept
I am first an animal
Feeding my basest instincts
Only the things I know and you won't speak
Nourish me

I choose life
Over a mechanical deadness
I choose sensations, breathlessness
I abandon intellect and rationality - responsibility
Deeply, I stir
Flirting with liberation

The danger inching forward
feels so good
Ineloquent
 Magnetic, electric
Real and intense
Satisfying

Overwhelmed, I am full
Releasing all inhibition
In this moment
I am the most

I can be

Moving

In my deprivation
I feel the fullness
Of the hollow places
The nothingness

Pain left unhealed
Unmentionable loneliness
Detachment
Disappointments

Nerve
endings
come
closer and closer

This kind of nakedness
Begs for love
That is what I will give it
So much of it too

And peace becomes me
All my gratitude
For this ability to feel
Human

Overflow

Overflow

There is love in darkness
Love in drifting
Love in wading
Love in waves
Love in the shallow
Love in the abyss

Love in longing
Love in space, time
Love in wishes
Love in dreams
Love in thoughts
Love in the tangible

Love with body
Love with mind
Love with spirit
Love with heart
Love with deeds

Love in color
Love in music
Love in art
Love in earth
Love in wind, fire and water

There is love in silence.

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I want to write with pen on paper 

(in fact that is how this poem came to be) 

Each word birthed with ink filled strokes sinking deeply into the fine tooth layers 

Inspired words fervently rendered and rejected, rendered and rejected 

I want what has been aged, grown old with me 

Nothing new 

Gray versions of ourselves 

Complexity 

I want film to shoot my dreams how I see them 

Blurred faces, figures, turbulent storms, confusion  

A darkroom, with a split seconds of light - glimpses 

So much potential to create beautiful things, beautiful things 

Recipes on scraps of paper hidden inside of books 

Folded love notes kept locked inside dresser drawers 

Each line, each syllable committed to memory 

Tucked away, treasured tethers to perfection 

I want the song, the music, the artist 

Nostalgia written about rich living 

Notes chosen for each expression 

Creativity built upon freedom, living

I want truth and I want irony 

I want you coming back home to me