Category Archives: Love

Lear on the moor

Have you lost your way so far that
You secure the rapacious daughter,
Honor the unworthy son? Those you
Should- nay can- trust you cast aside,
Deeming the trustworthy in doubt.
Your day is filled with whipping winds
And swirls of an uncertain mind. Your
Night could find you comfort if you let
Love comfort and care for you. There
Is a child that would give you tender
Care in exchange for nothing but your
Need. You needn't show her a kindness
Not even a word of gratitude or praise.
She will help you find your way and let
You enjoy the restoration of your wits.

There will come

Your possessions, one day 
Will be wrecked by love. You 
Won't mind. Love is, as they
Say blind. It means more to
You then the simple things 
You own. Or the fancy stuff
You've collected. Love brings
A different perspective. Off
The cuff, I would say it makes 
Allowances. Even your pets
Know what to keep or break. 
The marks on your table, let's 
Let that be. Hallmarks to mark
Love's easy familiarity. Forgot
The coaster. Again. It's a dark
Spot. Next time, I'll, well, not...

Love … enough

Words of love are exchanged, but
Common and unexceptional. They
Don't meet your expectations yet
They are true and accurate. Just to 
The point. What more can we hope 
To hear? Murmurs and whispers of
Affection and adoration might be
Enough to keep in our hearts when 
Our hearts are open when the sky
Is blue or the sunset pink when it's 
Hot and it's summer or we enjoyed 
A walk in a drizzle or suddenly saw
What the other meant about that
New brand of coffee. Love is enough
If you love enough and it's cold or 
It's just winter when the clouds are
Billowing and the sun fades as if it
Never appeared or we ate a really
Great salad or suddenly understood 
That enigmatic cartoon or figured 
Out what that ending said about 
How it all began. Love is enough.






Missed

You are beloved and my
Love is in real time and 
For now time may be all
We have to account for 
Who we are and how we
Love. You, my beloved,
Not only lose time, you 
Also misinterpret it. The
Loss is hard. Time when
It's misplaced does not
Come back to us. You,
And I by your side, are
Loving in misinterpreted 
Time. If you think it's 6
When it is nine we lost 
Three hours we could
Really use to live and 
Love, to care, treasure.
It is our time slipping
Away, misunderstood.

What is love?

What are you passionate about?

It is hard for me to forget how much 
I love you. You have not yet forgotten
That you love me. That sad day may 
Come and sweep you away from my 
Care and protection, away from my 
Encircling arms where the uncertainty
Might make you anxious, but I will 
Not forget. You are my passion, my
Heart's desire. You are all the joy I 
Have from this life. From our life. 
My love, I am passionate about you.

This?

What’s the oldest things you’re wearing today?

This old thing? Why, thank you.
I've had it for years. I guess I 
Like it cause I wear it that often.
No. It's a knock-off. I bought
It on the street. In Soho. Long
Ago. It's beginning to fade.
I'm going to have to trade it
In for something that doesn't 
Look so frayed, but I like it.
Every time I wear it, I think of
That summer day and walking
Around in Soho. Feeling the
Fabric on the cart and the sun
On my face. I remember how 
Much we laughed that day, too.
I was with a special someone 
That summer day. In Soho and
We walked arm in arm. In Soho.