hailing from the island of spice,
you get a better me,
in a post-war life- the Marshall plan has done me right,
installments of your sincerity, laid bare on my willingness to keep moving,
we are prospering left and right,
you can’t resist, and neither can I,
we are an explicit reggae song
and you know how good I am with that.
Island spice, with a Maryland base
the Grand Canyon
soon under us,
it’s a new story,
of things unimagined together,
To lose into eternity,
The thing you’d love into infinity.
He says his father is the greatest man he knows,
Which makes me smile when he says
And he laughs
Because I tell him I love his golden skin in pink,
And that he works too much.
He says that makes me just that much sweeter.
I remind him of my injured wing,
“Project management, remember,” he says…
“I got this.”
A third of red later,
Extends its boundaries.
It is spring in the fall.
A new muse is here.
It is permanently morning.
On what is to come.
A repacked self,
And it smells like life,
In defiance of night.
A whiff of goodness,
And I’m high on sincere,
A long gaze forward
and a present without fear.
a half-marathon holding hands,
a stolen kiss
as bikram ended,
a ride to nirvana
we were present,
as we sat on the balcony,
and listened to zouk,
fish and batata,
and the Moth,
in rockers lyrics,
cosas upon cosas
that have now just drifted,
the Moth in company
a push north on your nose
a June night under the stars
a June day in the cover of ocean
a silk robe
“I jig em'”
other worlds of bliss and other worlds of sadness too
won’t discuss now
a cautionary tale
a ride from Tampa to Ocala
an Ashanti medallion in blue
a wedding plan
and the end of all things
at the hands of
little by little
Love again, and again.
Let there be no limit
Have the courage to be beautiful in love even when someone misconstrues the word and uses it wrongly.
Do not be afraid or refuse to be renewed in its spirit elsewhere.
Let no one injure your most beautiful human ability.
It is all too often betrayed by many.
But don’t let that be your concern for it is their tragic loss.
And it is a loss they may never truly appreciate or understand.
To love is to be sincere, to be compassionate, to be honest, to be full, to be open, to be connected, to be selfless, to be incapable of being defined.
Love seeks to resolve chaos, not inflict. Love is both the medium and the destination.
So despite, love again and again.