as deep as…

bossypants

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

– Shakespeare –

sharp dressed man…

sharp dressed man
Silk suit, black tie
And I don’t even need a reason why
They come runnin’ just as fast as they can
Cuz every girl’s crazy about a sharp dressed man…

her dress is his

we say…

the moon's reflection

This is what we say:

There is nothing special about the way you make me feel.
A thousand thoughts have done it before.
There is nothing unique about the way you touch me.
A million dreams have done the same.

At least
this is what we say.

This is what we say
when the clouds shield moon from stars
and her from him
or him from her.

This is what we say
and we’re not wrong
as long as we say we’re right.

And as long as we stay in the clouds
we stay blind.
No matter the thousands or millions before
or after
we stay and never move.

This is what we forget:

We forget what moved us was his smell
after a day in the world without you.
We forget what moved us was her smile
how her touch found you in the forgotten secrets of your skin.
We forget how contentment feels listening to her voice
and feeling his hand take yours.
We forget that we can ask.
We forget that we can Be.
We forget that we can confess.
We forget that we are one another’s need.

We forget
that we are unlike any other
yet wholly like the other
entirely ourselves.
Matched.
Lost and found
until we find our way again.

I want.
I need.
I desire.
Yes.
I accept.

At least
This is what we say.

– Lola Moi –

seeing stars

he was here…

she is here

She had no need to ask why he had come.
She knew as certainly as if he had told her
that he was here to be where she was.

– Leo Tolstoy –

here is where we are

inside outside…

inside outside

If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.

— Charles Bukowski —

of what remains