Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;
In silent night when rest I took
For sorrow near I did not look
I waked was with thund'ring noise
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
That fearful sound of "Fire!" and "Fire!"
Let no man know is my desire.
I, starting up, the light did spy,
And to my God my heart did cry
To strengthen me in my distress
And not to leave me succorless.
When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail,
She looked so limp and bedraggled,
So foolish and trusting, like a sick poodle,
Or a wizened aster in late September,
I brought her back in again
For a new routine--
Vitamins, water, and whatever
Sustenance seemed sensible
At the time: she'd lived
So long on gin, bobbie pins, half-smoked cigars, dead beer,
I wake up cold, I who
Prospered through dreams of heat
Wake to their residue,
Sweat, and a clinging sheet.
My flesh was its own shield:
Where it was gashed, it healed.
I grew as I explored
The body I could trust
Hear me Lord, answer me.
This may be long so please don’t flee.
My soul is poor and my spirit is needy.
I hope that I don’t sound too greedy.
Guard my life and all I do.
I pray that I am faithful too.
You are my Lord, so give me mercy.
I see ever-repeating circles,
beds of roses
colours of the rainbow
love in living colour.
I see squares, each with four sides,
Equal in length
Like the love of two hearts defined
My heart has a defined and enduring shape,
Two sides to every story; this is what we always say
He said she said, he thought, she thought,
Two ears to hear and one mouth to speak
Secrets will leak
Gossip will speak.
Truth becomes distorted as each lie is supported
Building blocks of communication
Become formidable walls of silence
losing you for a few brief moments made me realize that the purpose of love. To You first & through you to myself.
What does it mean to be the perfect partner? The best answer my words can form is to give you what you need, to see your self expression at its full, to praise you like I should.
Your recent absence is my motivation to grow. To become what I need to be to naturally claim my spot next to you.
To be the cornerstone you steadily hold on to. The one embracing the earthquake of your emotions. To stay unaltered and unadulterated even as the constant chips of time take their toll.
You spoke of sexual power. I long for the fusion of our energies, the union of our charges. It is this force that I aim to harness, power is not.
Allow me to be your anti-freeze
Help me to thaw your ice-cold heart
And change your environment of extreme cold
I can alter your perception of trust
Let me be all that your heart wants to feel,
The silver lining which your heart sees
Allow me to be your anti-freeze.
Help me to thaw your ice-cold heart
Please permit me to change the narrative
By allowing yourself to warm to me