Sixty Years Hence

Happy Christmas Eve from Art and Words! 

Time wants nothing but what is beauty for the soul... ❤️

you

you turn me away 

because you say 

i might be dangerous. 

i do not beg you 

to change your mind. 

i cannot expect you 

to not be scared. 

but. 

if 

you close your eyes 

and ask to see 

true beauty,

it will come to you 

in the form

    of my hand 

inside of yours. 

it will come to you 

through 

whispered blood

and sinew 

that moves in 

your body now 

but started 

long ago 

in mine. 

no one tires

no one tires 

of the soul's genuine work

fresh straw and rice grow without 

tampering, natural the way 

lovers embrace,

after a journey,

by the moon, 

with the sun, 

wind the only thing 

able to change direction 

honey from bees

there is always a bit 

that lingers

at the bottom of the cup.

it is the sweetest, 

though       many never

discover it. 

you're prettier when

has anyone ever told you you're prettier when you smile? 

The spaces in between

April Echoes

Spring officially begins in just a few days, and April is just around the corner! 

April echoes through 

     magnetic walls

laced with salt and bitter

roots. 

I will wait with you 

under skies of cream,

content to 

make sense 

of seabirds who fly East 

and stars that 

twinkle till morning.  

Grace and Grief

Pour toi

Pour toi 

your   presence   

is    a    prayer

 circling

the space 

 in    between 

   where 

love speaks

    and 

echoes dream. 

A poem for a friend

When I showed up 

drunk with sweat

after riding the D train 

from 

Albuquerque

to New Orleans,

I knew my presence 

was like a prayer 

  you     whispered     

        but never 

   sent. 

I fell in your door step, 

exhausted, 

but satisfied 

      because although 

you were too proud 

to ask for me,

being there 

was my 

      best gift yet. 

Tired arms

I woke up

I woke up with tired arms 

because I'd spent 

all night  

  flying in my dreams

i miss your flavor

i miss your flavor 

i miss your flavor 

    of chores 

        and 

  orange peels

 and    my routine  of 

watching 

  the leaves 

rustle your    

   long     hair 

  while you stand 

  under our tree. 

          i

wish i knew 

how to play   

      the guitar 

because if i did, 

i'd sing you

a song  

 i wrote     about     it. 

Grace wins

There are days

In Memory of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

I expect

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