The way

we look at one another
from sitting comfortably
atop a secure interpretation
of beauty

bathing our feet
in a basin of
socially fabricated
righteousness.

the way you see me,
the way I see you,
these eyes of ours
long broken.

D is for damaged

For I usually dote on
the troublesome,
the quaint men.

Hence,
I didn't anticipate you.

I wasn't ready to love
a person as honest
and humane as you

Then I didn't.
I apologize.

You are curious
as a statement of the dynamic
changes of heart,

as an illuminating breach
in the consideration of faltering.

I might have written you
ten thousand words if you hadn't
come into my life this late.

At this time,
I am damaged.

From the honest at heart

He told me to just write a word after another,

as if I were drawing them randomly from a bag,

so I did.

I find it hard to make meaning

out of the result, though.

I write poems I cannot love

murky verbs and nouns

cling to my wrists, 

I'm spurned by language that bears light.

Lacuna Inc.

Wondering whether I would
have you erased if that was a choice.

The elation of nights awake
versus the sad silent months.

The hours spent arguing casual intelligence
and deliberate stupidity.

How much of my grit

would suddenly be lost.

To tell of the person you made me
in the space of fifty-five words.

(Flash 55 Plus challenge over at the Imaginary Garden)

(I couldn't use the Plus word in the text, but I was driven by it. Lacuna Inc. is a fictitious firm in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind where people go to have troubling memories erased)

I am not afraid

Wolf, I am not. I will sit under a tree,write you poems,read you my favorite books.Come when you don't want tohurt me because you finallybelieve I mean no harm.Don't worry. When you tell menot to fall in love, I usually listen.Can we still laugh together?Can I hear about your days?Can I curl around your body occasionallyand sleep on your chest?Will you let me touch your scars?Tell me about how you got each of themfighting your way into becoming who you are.Wolf, do not hide your crazy from meor your sadness, or your anger. Go and call it darknessand I won't approach itif you are not by my side.Here’s today. I promise it’s all thatmatters if we write a story wewon't be ashamed of telling. How we do it, again and againchanging the beginning,because we cannot agree onwho approached whom first.Wolf, wake up.The most beautiful part of youis your path. Whether or not youwalk it out loud, let me do it with you.