The love for yourself
Must always come first
You cannot give away
Something you don’t own
Try not to seek
Someone else to provide
That which you choose
Not to find yourself
For once they remove
It the void which
Was once something small
Has now become vast
Incapable of being quenched
Fill your cup first
And only from there
Can you serve others
As I lay here
Moving my hand slowly
Following the suns path
As it creeps quietly
From foot to calf
And up your thigh
To the ribbed cliffs
And your alpine chest
Past your mouths pool
Finally on your eyes
Giving my morning lips
Their own landing pad
Good sunrise my sweet
Yes I do that
I will admit it
As silly as I
Know that it is
But if one thing
Makes me feel closer
To you than far
What is the harm
No one will know
And I’ll never admit
That I do do
That one silly thing
That keeps us closer
Than the farthest far
That we unfortunately are
What I need from
You more than anything
Is your hope that
We will be together
Some day some how
And eventually some where
Hope fuels my life
Without it we’re doomed
It’s the simple difference
Between waiting for life
To happen to us
Or making life happen
For us it’s the
Simple difference between our
Future and our destiny
We can wait for
One thing or chase
The other it’s the
Difference between living and
Simply waiting to die
These are the keys
To our owning happiness
I used to enjoy
Walking across the tops
Of the picket fences
When I was younger
It was the height
That I most enjoyed
Feeling like a seraphim
High above the rabble
I felt absolutely free
Anointed and absolutely powerful
Also atop I balanced
And felt deliciously dangerous
One small misstep one
Strong wind one sin
Would cause me to
Fall as quickly as
Lucifer back to hell
