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I feel a kinship with birds and spiders One eats the other The smaller one is feared The larger one is adored

A bird is artistic and beautiful A spider creates beautiful art A spider catches its prey in the art A bird catches a spider for a little snack

Step out into the wind with me On this frozen night That bears no snow

Do you know the meaning Of the cold? Do you know what it offers us?

Take my hand, you are safe Feel the subzero gust Feel the way it burns your face

I am shivering right beside you Are you alive Like I am on an icy evening?

I am with you in the morning When you are waking, Still sound asleep beside you, Cats curled around us As the light of dawn is breaking. I am with you in the evening As you begin to drift off, Eyes heavy and sleepy. Stay in my arms, I will hold you So you may rest deeply.

But soar freely, my dear, I will never hold you back As you fly through your days, Over the earth and over waves. Whether the day is cloudy or blue Some days I'll fly beside you, One of us a hawk, the other a dove. Other days I will be the wind Simply the air beside you, Or below you, or above.

Follow your heart, wherever it Takes you, to each experience That transforms and shapes you, You can take my hand with you Or leave it be. When you are done wandering And long to be held Like the sea holds the shore, Bring your weary, tired bones Home to me once more.

I was assigned fire at birth Or so the star mappers say And I can identify with that With the colors, the heat Fire is a passion, yes, I am that

Water I've always envisioned As quiet, calm, serene But I met water as a flash flood There were never any warnings

I swam without being doused How is that possible? But it's something I've never Known since, water is wet after all

I can relate to earth, to air In fact, these elements speak to me More than fire or water have So I've belonged to both of them

Fire and water though How steamy we were together You'd think we would have clashed But we were purple, complementary

Time is the only element I've been seen with these days Water, at the end of it all My body consists mostly of you Which is really quite an apt metaphor

I cannot make promises to you That I might meet you in old age In a time period I cannot predict I cannot promise you a long life Or a vow to always be beside you

It is a desire, a dull craving even To see the sun rise this morning And tomorrow and the next day If I had the ability, or the knowing I would give you security in facts

All that is certain to me currently Is that uncertainty is in our water It is in that river down below us It is in the tap that fills our glasses It is one of the few true comforts I can offer, darling, please don't cry

Seagulls swarm the sky The Adirondack chair Sits empty on the deck The boats in their docks Sway in the lapping water The sun sets over shops Dinner lights come on In the seafood restaurant At home along the Atlantic This is a seaside painting A watercolor ocean A moment caught forever In the blue of a brushstroke

I saw a small bone on the sidewalk The size of my pinkie finger I sat with it, wondering of the skeleton A truck drove by and honked loudly The bone rolled slightly on the pavement As the truck sped heavily forwards

Little bone from a little one I pictured you as a mouse, a chipmunk Maybe you were a vole or a bird I longed to touch your bone and know you But I was afraid of the reality That you lay there gentle and beautiful When the act upon your body was likely not

Summer, I would have an affair with you I'd run away with you Drive down to the harbor Grab your hand Start running And get on whichever ferry Came next

I think I see What others see in you, Summer, Your carefree breeze Mixed with your quick Hot temper Is admittedly alluring

Summer, You would tempt me by the beach Would we even make it Back to the motel? You're hot and steamy Like the air Before the thunder cracks And I might need you Suddenly

I'll kiss you On a private boat dock Out where the herons nest Where the cattails grow Where ducklings learn to swim Closer to the bay Where no one knows us

Did you know that you are of me, Summer? As the grass is of earth As limbs are of bodies But also As phases are of the moon And waves are of the sea

Summer, I would run away with you But just for a little while Please don't call my name Or breathe love in my ear We can take your car With the windows rolled down But we wouldn't last long Beyond the heat

The enigmatic me, I am the phantom bird The sphinx-like you, who exists in shadow You are effervescent, elusive You are a past life, a future creation I, well I am unearthly, a singing phoenix I am a thousand voices reshaped in rebirth You, a face shifting behind the veil One and the same, many things, unknowable If I am somebody's songbird, calling the cat If I carve a place in the hollow of a hand If I am another's, still unclaimed, still mine Then I am yours, always yours Who am I whistling to in the night If not someone as nameless as I? In the space where mirage becomes breath Between these legends, you are me, I am you

I don't think of you I don't look for you Blink, you're here Blink, you're gone

I walk through my day I go about life Step, you appear Step, you fade

I curl up in bed I sleep and don't Dream Inhale, I breathe you Exhale, I let go

Some people worry of my isolation They think, "you are alone, this is terrible" I think, you are surrounded, which is worse

They think I need companionship Because they need companionship Because "that eccentric person over the hill Far away from the village must be lonely"

Speak too much and I will stop speaking Get to know me and I will unknow you I have moments of wanting to be known They are fleeting and most often, regretful

This is not some flaw in myself to be fixed Do not teach me to socialize I am solitary and they think I am not thriving

Yes, I am in relationship with the wasteland You read of it like it is not my refuge When the quiet, the solitude, the great alone Carries me like a protective lover, away

Ink spills across the page Quickly, compose One painting, one color From crimson to rose

You scribble your passion Inside the hues In galaxies, in thought Declaring your views

So drench the paper Stain it with art Brush strokes of the mind You're a writer at heart

Icicles on a tree branch, glittering The barren thing adorned anew Similar to the way the leaves grew When birds were still out twittering

The ice hangs like daggers or teeth Or diamonds hung around a neck A delicate or dangerous effect Be wary those who pause beneath

To catch them as they drip and fall And crash upon a wooden floor Shattered, a delicate thing unmoored Such glass is sweet at the end of it all

I thought I saw him walking by Out of the corner of my eye Just a trick of the light A trick of the mind It was just a little cloud Casting a fleeting shroud A phantom little lie He was not conjured from the sky But for a second I had hoped Which I have never since allowed

Writer, close the blinds on me I never asked to be your muse I feel on display, naked even You undress me, do you not?

Make your romantic art of me So long as I remain nameless If you find a beautiful bird in me Then paint me uncaged, as I am

You write your numerous pages Their edges are sharp and they cut Paper cuts, no one sees them So you do not see the whole of me

I hold you, your feelings are okay I would never stifle you, I promise But your words evoke a memory You immortalize me as I forget

Muse, I am holding on to you It is not desperate or clingy I hold you gently, with room to move Or without touching you at all

Your beautiful mind inspires me The way you see the world The convictions you hold I am mesmerized, captivated

I love you, it is obvious, so obvious I can't let go, I have tried Muse, I have tried and failed Over and over and over

All I can do is write you and keep you Do you mind? Are you upset? Tell me it is okay, these feelings I worry my pen is a sword to you

My house was built under A dormant volcano For all my life, decades Spent in its looming shadow It has slept soundly

My house is barely furnished I keep bags packed And ready by the door Never have I slept soundly Or ever truly lived here

The pious say a god created us Others say it was the other way around If one does not know What makes a fire light God would calm the fear of not knowing How to explain a lightning bolt To someone who has never seen a wheel?

We create our gods like a contest The best god wins, we are still arguing How to explain god to the secular? The inner voice whispers "You are afraid, I am here" And so gods form inside all of us each day Unknowingly, we become them

Two star signs, two ruled by The moon and sun All the other signs are planets They are the exception The royal luminaries Glowing in their heaven

Two signs formed side by side In the vastness A sparkling duality amidst the Ever orbiting constellations

Together here, if nowhere else In the maps, in the blue The moon and sun Exist forever in twilight In that narrow stretch of time Where day and night softly meet

I have no lover Solitude is my soulmate Solace is my cat

Clear blue skies over the snow caps A calm, the rustle of branches Their snow thudding against the ground snow Thump, says snow, as it falls

Then a cracking sound, not unlike a tree falling A rumbling not unlike an earthquake All the birds take flight at once One black plume of fearful retreating

Shifting, sliding, crashing and rolling Snow is peaceful, it is gentle Until it breaks in the trembling Until the mountains shake it off to bury us

It is a beautiful day as the avalanche forms Serene even, as ice and snow thunders down Or it was, before the gentle thing became a terror Like all of earth which strikes awe, it does strike

I think I finally understand The rose's thorns I too want to be loved Without being touched

So I am no romantic flower I embody the stem I want to be ideal And practically unattainable

Life flows freely through cold rivers While I sit in my stagnant pond I need to be cleansed Before the algae covers me completely

We could have been green together Further down the river We could have been blue too The frogs are leaping as I stretch my legs

A little nature once in a while To break the trend of Love and other inward feelings

Show me a canyon Not that one, not the grand one Show me a regular canyon With water still flowing through

Show me the red of its walls Like a prehistoric mural Of erosion and persistence

Nature moves on, you know This earth shrugs us off We destroy it and it destroys us Nature breaks us all down

My Instagram account only exists Because I don't think you have my phone number Or if you did, you wouldn't use it Because that would mean you would reach out Which would mean you think of me Which I know you do, here and there Not enough to do more than like post I only share for you If I delete my Instagram account I would essentially delete you That is the problem with social media It paints a picture of you as my friend, which you aren't But I say happy birthday to you (I think you have forgotten mine) You say Merry Christmas to me once in a blue moon So my account stays up, I check it That way we don't become strangers completely

Love and hate coexist together In one person A continuous fluctuation between Sympathy and disgust I want to ruin her I want to hold her head under water And watch her squirm

So I can drag her out Give her mouth to mouth Cradle her gasping body in my arms While I scream at her for being stupid Spitting and wiping my lips That were tainted from saving her

I hate her and I love her I hate to love her, never the opposite Never have I hated a person before And I have no reason to hate her More so I hate our transgressions I hate the wrongness we shared And the shame of it all

My hate is usually dulled to apathy The forgetting It absolves me, that forgetting It takes the two emotions and washes Them away I cannot feel one without the other

I am surprised by the softness And the intimacy of this moment I had expected your skin to have Thickened and grown rough with time I am surprised by the way I remember The taste of your lips pressing on mine Taken aback by the way we fit together Again like easily memorized lines

There is a sweetness to the salt Of the sweat that forms at your sides A familiarity to the way you look Lying wanting beneath my body I had expected you to look older But the love in your eyes is just bolder Are you remembering the reason for rhyme?

I had not expected your kiss to claim Not expected any longing to still remain I had not expected you to still be mine I had only imagined you naked and true Covered from head to toe in our rain I have been pouring over you all this time But I had not expected you to still be mine

I just want my cat to lie on my chest Smother my fears with his weight Trap me under his sleeping sprawl You can never move the sleeping cat

I want his body to cover my face I want to forget the world exists Cat fur and light snoring is all there is And purring, which can cure anything

"Be gentle with me" I say to myself, or to my thoughts I want to detach myself from them Thought and I Are not one in the same

Thoughts can be cruel tricksters Jokers and bandits They reside within me at times But they do not speak in my voice They snicker when I do not

"Be forgiving" I say to myself, in spite of my thoughts No one is as savage as they are Intruders, there is a "No Loitering" sign You can enter but you cannot stay

Today is a gray day, endlessly cloudy One blanket across the sky The world is smaller now, with that barrier The haze shrouding the sun, the blue The earth is contained under the veil

Under the darkness of the clouds The sun does not beg for engagement We are pardoned of participation A nebula of clouds thrown over earth They say rest, you are allowed to

Ice covered ponds do not shimmer California poppies sleep in Beaches are spared their trodden sands Paint the sky gray and the world sighs Exhale, the day is small and so are we