I am quick to confess

my uncertainty in God.

In lieu of proof

I turn to what is seen, and felt.

The Sun lights my way,

Warms my skin,

And provides sustenance

While offering two visible miracles per day.

What better God could be?

What more should be asked of one?

In the absence of another

It is the sun renders a bearable world.

And when needing an Angel from this other God,

Kay, you shone the brightest in His light.

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine.

You make me happy…

The covers wear into their inevitable softness

Let the sheers shudder over a crying morning

Fall into a blushing night

There is someone always reaching into the center of the knot

There is a crooked finger

A scratching nail

A freckled chest takes the bullet

How could I do anything but,

O,

And o,

I’m learning swan dives in the key of delusions on high

But there is someone many-limbed, hands outstretched

There is a net of appendages

I watch the sprouting of arms on the heart of patience

Watch the cradle of my body against concrete

Feel the statues buckle

I miss the sound of echoes

See here, how we build a tolerance

And o,

I walk, not run, from the wreckage

But,

How could I do anything without

Staying

I drag knees to sleep inside you

You won’t have to ask

I scrape my way to roll against you

And o,

How could I do anything but,

Lace my bones into your frame

And o,

How I learn to stay

Take a Dahlia for my eternal love

Feel the same keen singing of the rain

Fall back into the flame of my desire.

Here is a Pansy because I think of you

Twirled in the wave of an autumn night

Light of the morning, the rosy dawn,

Light of my youth, through the dusky morning.

Finally, a Hawthorne because I hope one day you will love me.

Just because

my

heart is in

fragments, don't you ever

think

you're not

worthy

of the highest

Love

Maybe we can

piece

it together

and create

something

beautiful

and more amazing

than what

we thought

our hopes

could hold.

When you write a poem write one for me

My love said as I lay down on the bed

I closed my eyes to see what I could see

And visions of her danced inside my head

She's strong and brave and kind, my darling wife

She smiles and launches ships by accident

I’m blessed to be with her to share my life

A quarter of a century well spent

There’s so much more to her than meets the eye

although the eye is happily well met

She focuses on do and not on try

She understands the equity of sweat

I’m proud to be the man to hold her hand

And by my wedded bride I’ll always stand

I love you,

more than all the words that I could ever arrange when describing my feelings for you.

I write you,

with my own red ink, into a boundless book, where every page is a new canvas for an unexplored memory that is soon to be written, and my heart is your bookmark.

I offer you,

a speechless love, where every glance I steal, is a syllable with a poetic intonation, and every touch we make is a sentence that runs on infinitely.

I whisper,

every open wound, my biggest fears, and reveal the deepest truths into your precious ear while you are sound asleep living in another world, where I hope, you don't forget to wear your crown.

Blossom, seeds planted a decade ago,

Growth and change turned into

a comfortable flow of water

Between my heart and mind,

A box of milk chocolates doesn't matter,

Neither does a balloon ride,

Or a bouquet of roses,

Love transcends man-made things,

Affection is the nail that holds

together a relationship

From the first second,

Your stars held me across our universe,

When I was drifting in the dark aimlessly.

Your lips are like candy

And my addiction is real

Once I get a taste

I cant have enough

I will always come back for more

Looking into your deep eyes

Has the same effect alcohol has on anyone else

And I dont need the seven deadly sins

Because falling for you is the worst of them all

you are the breeze

that stirs the lake

of my soul,

stagnant water

crusted with algae

pushed into motion

by the force of you.

the mold that collects

in my corners

is scrubbed away

by your words.

you brush the dust

from my heart

and assure me

of my own existence.

and on the days

when i don't know

who i am

you assure me

that i'm exactly

what i need

to be.

you stuck a sticker to your boots --

a little golden star, innocent

and shiny, delicate against

hard leather.

it'll be gone the next time i see you.

but i'm glad i noticed it

on that cloudy day, all of us

silently reading, your star sticker

shimmering up at me;

the sun peeking out

from behind a curtain.