Category Archives: Love

Truly. Deeply

This one is for Burt because I am lucky

It isn't surprising or unusual
That I love you. Everyone, if
They are lucky, loves at some
Point. Most of us crush on a
Boy in homeroom or chem.
Lab, and it might be poorly
Formed and not as mature as 
We think love should be, but
It's a start. When I found you 
I had gone beyond crushes; I 
Was old enough to know what
I wanted from life; who could 
Be my partner, friend, lover, and
Companion. I recognized you
Within my soul, at the bottom
Of my heart; you were my guy
In the way those crushes and
Excitements were not. I found 
You. It doesn’t surprise me that
I love you. It's how profoundly I 
Care that stops me in my tracks,
Melts my breath; that's unusual.

Losing you

Losing you as you slowly 
Lose yourself is like that
Frantic feeling when you 
Can't find your keys, you
Rummage but your breath
Has stopped, why's this
Happening? What's wrong
With me that I can't hold
Onto- it is, of course, more 
Profound than missing 
Keys or anything from this
Woman's purse, watching
Helplessly as your mind 
Wanders so far from any
Reality but the one you trip
Over and imagine, the one
That upsets or amuses you.
You are here and you are 
Lost, that's where this stops
Being like my keys which I 
Inevitably find. Losing you
Is unlike any other loss. Of
Course it's not like the keys.

Mourning

I will mourn you when
You're gone, and those
Rites of your passing 
Allow my grief out from
The volcano the furnace
The seismic pressure
I am holding together
While you live each day
As less of who you are
Diminished, diminishing 
Lost but still here, still
Mine, not fully mine, and
Not always lost. Still
Funny, silly, bitter, and 
Yes, still sweet. My love
No longer the helpmate,
The lover, the champion
Of our lives. Still lost. I
Will mourn you now and
Then. I will mourn. Now

[Originally written May 27, 2024, but posted in November 2024]

Yes, I hear a love song in this tune

I say love, and I am sincere
Sincere in my deep, soft love
But what I mean is tenderness
That's a whole new feeling. No
Edges, so it's smoother. It's a
Bit sweeter, but no, it is not at
All cloying. Tenderness is like
Velvet not silky or slick but it
Too is deep and soft. It too is
Sincere and heartfelt. Felt in
The heart, that's where love
Lives, at least metaphorically 
Love and tenderness inhabit
All of me, engage every sense. 
My face, it relaxes, eases into
A smile, a sigh of tenderness
Sincere as my love is sincere
Deep as my love is deep and
Soft as the sigh is soft. I say
Love yet tenderness is what
Sings to me, deeply, sweetly

Love is

Love is tender as fresh 
Shoots of grass in the
Spring; sweet as new
Milk still warm; soft as
Velvet tight against the
Skin; easy as a breeze
Ruffling your hair on a
Cloudless day. Love is
A reason for being; a 
Cause to be; a force as
Strong as the waves in
A surfer's dreams; calm
As a lake at sunset. It
Moves you. It haunts
You. It holds you. Love
Is as steady as a tailor's
Hand. Warm as an early
Summer's day. Love is
As hot, cold, surprising
As the seasons. Love is.

Seeking joy

I need to find more joy to
Fight sadness, to combat
Sorrow. 
There is joy in caring, and
In loving.
It's there, the love, but it is
Entangled in sadness; I am
Tripped up by sorrow. He,
My love, my dearest, he is
Sweet and funny. It makes
Me sad to see him dismiss
Logic.
To see him lost or confused.
To see him struggle with the
Elementary.
And lose his way, time and 
Time again.
Lose his sense of time. Lose
His sense.
Time and time again. Lose
His sense of life's direction.
I need to find more joy. To
Combat sorrow. To fight the
Sadness.
There's the love. Love is there.
There's always the love. There
Is joy in the love.

It’s called

What feels like the loss of
Feeling or a break from the
Broken-work as my love who
Is so dear and so very brittle
Falls apart at every seam and
Seems, like Humpty Dumpty,
Will never be whole again but
This is not a fairy tale not my
Own nor one we have stitched Together in tandem to keep 
From crying or fight off tears
Of anger and regret. Regret
What? I did nothing wrong and
He did nothing wrong. It is, it
Is what happened and cannot 
Be undone though it's undone
Us and we work broken at the
Heart or the soul and in body
And mind to fight off sorrow.
And to fight off sadness. Loss.

Passion

Love is a ritual, a
Way of living; we
Indulge it since it
Gives us pleasure.
It sparks in us and
We are urged by it.
There is urgency in
Loving, its passion
Fulfills not just us
But our object as
Well. Love feels oh
So good and real.
Those in love feel
Special as if their
Chemical attraction 
Were ordained. Any
Proclamation of a
Passion makes an
Audience go "aww."
Kiss me in public on
The jumbotron and
Everyone approves
Our mutual desires.
Hug me on a street
And the corner lights
Our way. Enjoy it we
Say when vows are
Pledged. This is life.

Mourning

I will mourn you when
You're gone, and those
Rites of your passing 
Allow my grief out from
The volcano the furnace
The seismic pressure
I am holding together
While you live each day
As less of who you are
Diminished, diminishing 
Lost but still here, still
Mine, not fully mine, and
Not always lost. Still
Funny, silly, bitter, and 
Yes, still sweet. My love
No longer the helpmate,
The lover, the champion
Of our lives. Still lost. I
Will mourn you now and
Then. I will mourn. Now