she easy on you

she hard on you

she you

still 

believing to be 

out in the cold

you run helter skelter

across the fields

still

turning up the same old 

snuffling through it

looking in any and in it all

for something called the way out and

still 

you run

 

when all the wishes got handed out
i got this one
the one that will burn
– roof wall rafter –
this house to rubble
that i might walk clean
as Love

 

and the wind blows through
rattling the old leaves
scattering them through the runnels of time
and You.
you still stand there
with me
in the place we meet
in the place we are always meeting
beside the twisted olive
on the white road
under a pink moon
on the other side of time

 

the beloved gave me a name
whispered it in my ear
i took it in both hands and wept
it was one i’d had before
but the truth is these cells, the ones that dance and sing
they no longer answer to letter or sound
these days they do entirely their own thing
unfettered
free

 

he says he’d like to be with me
i’m like: but i am with you
i’m with you. The. Whole. Time
and he’s like: but are you really ?
and i’m like: well where else would I be ?
where else indeed ? he says, smiling