so tight

sleeptight
you won't
fight sleep
i will
you run to me
i know you do
safely in your dreams
you run
you come right home
to me
suck in all my words
i know you do
yet you still
run from this
run from
me and
you
piggybacking me
letting me carry the weight
of this love
this burden
so heavy
so light
so TIGHT

Stumble It!

hello goodbye

we say hello while saying goodbye...

you...

so amazing
so exasperating
too perfect
and too flawed
my depth
and my emptiness
so out-of-body
so of my mind
open
to me
and closed
from me

you...
my death
while my so alive
my breath
while my choke
my crave
my repulsion
my favorite, my need...
my pet peeve

you...
my pain
and my pleasure
my purgatory
and my nirvana,
my 1984

you...
intense and my comfort
intense and my hell
sanguine and my heaven
my wound and my scar
...my healing, my miracle

you...
my music
my deafening silence
my cry
and my laugh
my scream
and my moan
my fear
and my known
my squalor
my gift
my horror
and my ecstasy
my intangible
my touchable

you...
my best friend and
my enemy
my friend and
my lover
my hate and
...my love

you...
are hello
you
are goodbye
you
uninvited and so gone
and so welcome, at home and inside

you...
star and my sky
my dark
and my light
my moon
and my sun
my loneliness, my nowhere
my highway
...my here

my beginning
and my end.
my nothing...
while my everything.

you...

so ugly
and so beautiful
so not me
...so only me
so not like me
so like me and me alone,
so nothing
...but me

you...

are me
as i am
you...

living
separate
...together

in
the same emptiness
the same wholeness.

the same home
in
the same heart

intertwined and apart
not together
and
...never not.

--bpg--
(an old heartbreak-era poem i dug up when a friend sent me this pic)

Stumble It!

Her Moon

He arrived at her place
in the middle of his day.
And the air seemed fresher
than he'd ever remembered it.

Smiling from some distance,
framed there in her doorway,
she seemed to him an apparition
from some heaven--
if only for a moment.

Her eyes beckoned him toward her
and standing aside the open door,
she welcomed her beloved
guest.

The afternoon was carefully spent,
music and dream
were blended and consumed,
till both were sated
and serenely drifting.

She asked him to wait there
and watch her moon
while she went for smokes and
something else--he didn't hear.


The curtain flew as the door closed.

Much later, he stepped out onto the porch
and looked up to see this moon.
He reached out, longing to hold
the thing in it that was hers.
His heart stirred.

But every time he tried
to touch it,
to know her secret,
her moon drew back, unwilling, unyielding.

He puzzled,
strangely sad and weak.
For he had known how to cradle and caress
her light before.
His heart sank.

And it came to him, gradually,
that it was her purpose
to let him stand alone in that place,
to learn in those interminable silver minutes,
those things which she could not bear to tell him herself.

He turned away after a while
and he moved from the porch,
but not inside to wait.
He had only been a guest.

written by a longtime friend of mine

Stumble It!