And you said
Write for me
Don’t you know
Already by now
That when I
Write about you
I’m writing for
Myself by recalling
You as I
See simply you
I’m a selfish
Man capturing your
Beauty in words
Holding you captive
Here for only
Me to see
Category: Friendship
Morning
The steam rises
From my coffee
Like hypnotized cobras
Coating my glasses
Like Thanksgiving kitchens
The house is
Quiet like midnight
Even though early
Morning sun creeps
Through blinds like
Lost children’s flashlights
In a forest
Mozart plays like
Those comfortable afternoons
In Essen with
My only grandmother
Giving me a
Sense of love
ATalkWithAYoungerMe
If I had
A talk with
A younger me
I would say
Love often not
Worrying about
It’s return for
When it’s given
It renews in
You don’t worry
About success it’s
Fleeting and assigned
Focus instead on
Failing as often
As possible for
In that you
Grow and keep
Your word for
To be a
Man one must
Speak truthfully and
Always with conviction
Fall
Alone I was
The last to
Leap from limb
Shaking in late
October’s winds shivering
Not from cold
But from newness
Soon I’d no
Longer be a
Part but apart
Of what I’d
Known suddenly it
Came a burst
Of wind sending
Me down down
Further down until
I landed softly
In your lap
Now becoming your
Fall
UsTogether
Oh and whew
We still dance
The dances bobbing
About each other
Like ice cubes
In a glass
Bumping and scraping
Jostling and dunking
Like checkers jumping
Over each other
Triumphant like snowflakes
Leaping from different
Clouds but falling
Softly slowly together
