Star Child

At the time I could not comprehend– And would not until after the end– The wisdom of the choice you made: The way you left, the way you came. I’d been daily drinking from the well Of my lonely nihilistic hell, And I don’t know if I’d have ever seen That there are other ways… Continue reading Star Child

Soul Retrieval

There’s a moment in your bathroom when I feel myself become him, without even trying.  I’m standing facing you, feasting my eyes on you, giggling with the kind of unbridled joy I have rarely experienced but which seems to be increasingly present in my life now, when I feel my shoulders broaden, my hips narrow,… Continue reading Soul Retrieval

Making the Bed

When morning comes, you ask me if I’d like to make the bed Not with words but with intent Your hand on the crumpled sheet  Your eyes gesturing to a future moments from now When all that fabric lies smooth and placid But I don’t think I will make the bed Not today Because for… Continue reading Making the Bed

Trust

You must be what we used to call a changeling; Something otherworldly in your eyes, In your aura, in your aimless mischief, Opening the doorway to what was once A long-ago way of being “me” So that inner fairy child comes through effortlessly To play with you.  This is who you are to me, and… Continue reading Trust

Overfull

 Waking up from a dream of being unable to breathe, a longing for air having forgotten how to draw breath, I am wracked  Chaos clarifying in the space of an hour, becoming still so I can look down and see the intricate life below the surface of the water  The rain which filled my mouth… Continue reading Overfull

Rewind

Letting you go When so much of me is begging me  To beg you to stay There must be unanimity  But if I could I would Rewind time to fifteen minutes ago When my cheek was on your shoulder And then back again to an hour ago when I heard  The sound of the door … Continue reading Rewind

The Dream

In the dream my brother tells me Love is All A revelation unfolds in my chest  A memory made new clothed in his voice We are crossing a river that carves  Through a honey-colored canyon  Of striated sun-drenched stone A black goat stands in the shallows and watches As I gather up the layers of… Continue reading The Dream