what was wished that eve
There is a man
who knew all about the birds at the museum; an x falconer called away to his sons perhaps
in my poems, in my little corner of this sunny bird-filled hill, i can follow any pull that calls me
allowing all means all
alll in for all love
My son scolds me i do not see myself clearly, know my own power, am proud i raised a thinking man but is he wise, too? I do not see how this handsome tall confident man comes and sits close by me on the stone wall when all his people are around, how he shows up wherever i need, without me asking, how he looked into my eyes for much longer than our short sweet conversation asked, how he walked into the room with such intention to demand my number, how he smiled when I gave it gladly,
you can love two people at the same time, I do believe that, I consider ethical nonmonogomy to be a pile of stinking denial and one-sidedness disguised as consent but i know for sure it is possible
in your heart
to love two at once
i have, and i have been the half, as well
see, i ask nothing but to honor the inner unknown workings of my own heart and i am given
so much
you wished this for me this year on your favorite night, i write for me yeah but sometimes i still write for you
you wish him tall? that is laughter-music worthy is't not? mirror coincidence wit thrust upon us endlessly
the first real thing i ever said to you, remember?
i wrote of such gratitude for the inspiration of you.... something something
you said promise, cross your heart, which was a vow of love; no wickedness, sacred lovely honest love
still honest silent love
yes, always more
