Saturday, January 30, 2016

I saw the dewlap of lizard... it was a call for love.

Oh there was the joy of the drink
and a sunny day upon the deck
of a sweet and speckled depth
of a turquoise pool. Leaves as flotsam
float together as wreckage from
trees that dare to bear their young.

I saw him there, on edge,
the anole lizard watching
me splash as mermaid with
all my cetacean charms.

He did not blink, not once,
but watched and stood in his
baby stance of cuteness.

And when the goddess in me
saw him at his little sorry self,
I swam up and announced my
being. Little head and tiny brain
held high, i saw the sadness
of his ancient eye. He held
his stance, and I, mine,
there was no dance,
but a dewlap shown.

I was softened...

and a shiver later a giant
teardrop from his hindmost
dropped... a bubble of urine
his only gift. He ran off.
I accepted the dignity of his gift.

He wanted love and acceptance
and for a brief moment
he got what he longed for.

Everything changed.


Saturday, January 16, 2016

Why love isn't like...

Why do I love so truly, madly, deeply
what i do not like. I must be mad
as a hatter, or a march hare
if I dared to care.

I did not mean to share,
but I must say what I care,
in despair.

I love so many people and in a madness
that sucks the air that I breathe,
I find that the one's that I like the most
are the one's whose
time I cleave. Bear with me if you please.

We have come to a time when like is a click,
and it's mostly tied to a newfound trick. To
make you like the burgeoning new and
leave behind the tried and true.

What gives? I wish I knew.

The people I love are left behind
as out of sight and out of mind. The likes
of me that come anew are leaving the ones
that I once knew. It must be the bogey man
come as a flu.

Alone with me and yet not afraid, I yawn, and
dance and face this unbraid. My hair is long,
my teeth feel wrong and I live while I die
to this like I have made... a sad song.

Why can't I love with the ease that I like,
falling apart in the middle of night, and by
day all seems right... i'm kidding myself
by a child's hindsight. I know, it doesn't seem right.

I spent a lifetime learning to love, but in this life
like is a dove... elusive, flying and eternally free...
I love that I like this mysterious me.