Through tornadoes, hurricanes, and blizzards —
I’ve driven these miles to find out who I am,
only to find that I love you still.
I’ve flown these miles to escape from where you are,
only to find that you are here still.
The wet ships increase their speed —
The desert roads release their tumbleweeds —
There is water and land between you and me
but our hearts magnetized even at Distance’s greed
and Proximity’s need.
I do what I can to be happy, polite
In thought — with feel,
I give you love and I give you light
And with a lover’s will
I shed your love — with the fear that fate is sealed.
Whimpering because I’m leaving, an energy burst can be deceiving,
when all is said and done, will or won’t you come — are you really happy?
Stealing kisses from the other, it’s the only way to reach one another,
when all is made comes undone, where did that come from — are you truly happy?
“Do any of us know what we’re doing,” you look to me as if I know something,
when my heart is shielded from your sun, how could I trust you’re the One — am I truly happy?
why does it matter to me what you do.
why do i care where your state turns, or how,
why does it bother me to picture your face
construed, sweaty with eyes rolled; laughing out of control,
your mind in another world, a funhouse maybe:
i am in the black of your eye,
a room of mirrors filled with versions of you
and a new one, i don’t know or care too much for;
the one i don’t understand, that one from another world
i’ve never been to. a place my passport
won’t work for. you wanted to take me there
but i said no. i don’t belong there.
my place is here, where the water and skies are clear,
except when it rains and if it rains
it makes the uncertain certain
and the unbalanced balanced and the dim
soft and tender rain clings to my skin
slight and distant pain stings in the fold
radial shimmer contradicting linear shadows
on the walls in the start of fall
could you tell that my want was all
when i looked into the pale sapphire, gold-speckled, steel-ore (of you)
do you know that ‘babe’ means something more
than a passing, unimportant term of false endearment
but in the stillness of the room, be there movement
soft utters of the word standing in solid reverence
of a small series of words that mean light and tenderness
for you. it takes some breathing;
could you let the light in?
ah, you spoke too hard, cut the stitch in my heart with the edge,
rough skin grazes the most tender of human emotion
and causes the stir, the tornado of nerves and guilt
that takes you under the surface,
suffocating the light and the balance inward;
sinking the ships, launching the anchors into the abyss
far away from the bliss — we wanted to last.
the colder the worse, the dark deep
killed the tender between,
while devouring the rest, we swam
toward the light and the balance,
separated and fearful.