ForTheOther (to Bean)


It’s odd this

This idea of

Rising from nothing

When things begin

It’s a firestorm

Ignited and fueled

By desire yearning

Fanned by winds

Of the newness

Of you your

Taste and touch

But when it’s

Over and we

Both lie in

The dusty ash

Of the other

When our landscapes

Lay barren exposed

And decimated maybe

Just maybe something

New sprouts a

Comfort knowing that

We’ve survived the

Wars of love

To be friends

Maybe something new

Quieter and better

Because we’ve learned

Who we are

For the other

Rather than ourselves