There’s just
something about
that first
sip of
morning coffee
similar to
that first
smooch I
share with
you each
one reminding
it’s dawn
things to
do you
to love
Shit
I’ve gone
through too
much shit
in my
life to
ever want
to sit
down at
your table
and dine
on yours
Faith
I don’t
believe in
beliefs things
out there
to point
at saying
I believe
in that
in him
I believe
in faith
strong courageous
silent and
invisible faith
Romance (for John)
I’m a romantic
and as such
I carry in
eyes and heart
the emotions of
this my life
and I leave
the mechanics of
such to those
who as children
went woefully blind
to their dreams
of forever after
BecomingOne
Sadly I’ve found
that I am
the last one
to ever trust
with love or
desire for truth
be told mine
blend together like
watercolors lacking boundaries
mine behave like
water and ice
in a glass
both being separate
things borne from
the same yet
each being different
but like ice
and water after
time they return
one becoming the
other becoming one
