If love is a dance
It’ll dance like Sean and Kaycee
In synchrony
In complement
In mirror of each other
If love is a dance
It’ll dance in conversation
We will move in unison
We will match each other’s steps
And surrender to one another
I want to dance with you
Embodied by shared breaths
Bodies molding shared forms
One day I want to elevate
and glide over the floorboards with you
One day I want to be moved with love
The heart that has been shattered in a million pieces
Like the windshield on the car that’s not quite fallen out
Like bullet holes on war torn roofs and windows
to let the light in, through streams and rays,
so beautiful otherwise
It is broken but it does not break away
It stays
I stay.
writing love letters
web 3.0 style
undefinable love defined
unframed love framed
unhinged love hinged
then reconstructed
then reinvented
then re-experienced
then enacted
interacted
returning to the source
intercourse
of you and I
love is heart art
is creation
from you and I
of our own
poetry between
conversations
and silences
between songs
and memes
between connections
and spaces
i write
but the words come from you
i am writing
because i am open data for you
my love is yours to source.
we are in the grey
i was going to say
it isn’t colorful
and yet, isn’t grey a color, too?
it is a shade that has depth
from silvery sheen
to charcoal murkiness
my salt and pepper hair
you love
the hues under covers
you hide
we can even have our own flag
in shades of grey
we can have our own fifty shades of grey
or not
we can simply ink words in grey
dream in grey
heart in grey
speak in grey
be silent in grey
we are in the grey
and i want to say
i will stay
every glimpse of you
is love at first sight.
each scene,
each moment,
each version you’ve evolved into
each move, each touch
a brand new experience
that takes my breath away.
i stay with you
at this present.
each presence
a new connection
each gaze
you become
first love.
Wake me with your mind
In corners your palms cannot graze
Touch me with your heart
In virgin places no one’s ever been to
Move me with your voice
In spaces that spirits have not danced in
Hold me with your gaze
And I would hold you in mine
I would dance with your voice
I would impregnate your heart
I would arouse your mind
into a million sensations
without a single touch from our fingertips
or a kiss from our lips.
cigarette held lightly
between your lips
as if
asking who to inhale first
me or the smoke
just remember
i bought the first pack and
i am your first taste
you are mine, too
the smoke swirled
like i did
i miss the warmth
from embers burned and
embraces in the dark
little did we know
everything dissipate like smoke
i then catch my breath….
we hold on to a boat
with no oar
how will we row ashore?
we have only us
only love to move
the vessel of us
i don’t even know if
we are heading for the same shore
my heart isn’t sushi
or sashimi
even if it comes raw to you
my heart is
wasabi gelato
it burns you while cold
my heart isn’t a meal
it is a dessert to savor
while in bed
while drinking latte at a cafe
while reading a romance novel
while writing poetry between us
on/under the sheets
my heart is a treat
for those who have room for more
come taste my heart
if you haven’t consumed yourself to satiation
when you look into her eyes
you will see
her soul
her heart
her person
her story and
you will fall in love
with her human
i am poly-amorous
i dare to look into your eyes
and see you
i see you
i see your glow
i see your flicker
and i fall in love each time
and i will not water down love
for humanity
my love for you asks me
to stay where i am
until you seek me
i come to you when you find me
i am waiting to be seen too
then came rain... 