resting on me my love

when it’s late at night my love
and you’ve fallen asleep
with your head on my chest

i just look at you
and stroke your hair
and think about how beautiful you are
and how glad i am
that i can admire you
like a beautiful sculpture
of a beautiful sleeping woman

i love love love you

it may seem silly
but it’s true
it doesn’t make sense
and i just don’t care

when we’re walking
i want to hold your hand
when we’re talking on the phone
i think about you

and i love the way that your smile
turns down at the corners
like you’re not really happy
but you totally are

love is a miracle

like the sun
or a flower
or a rainbow
or the sound of beautiful music

like the magic of life
it exists
and science can “explain” it
yet it’s still beyond true comprehension

a mystery
an enigma

a question that only your soul can answer

wicked love

she’s twisted
i can’t figure her out

she’s different
it doesn’t make sense

as if she’s a kitten
and my soul is her toy
with her tiny little claws and teeth
so vicious

so silly and fun

and worth it

love on rye, hold the mayo

yeah, i’ll take a couple of slices
of the good love
that kind, right there.
cut it nice and thick
stack it on there, for real
with stone ground mustard
and some of that home-made slaw

wrap it in paper and a side of fries
a little garlic salt
malt vinegar

maybe i’ll save it for later

or eat half now while i wait
and enjoy the rest for lunch at work

lost love

i thought you were gone
but you never really left
we just grew distant
and lost track of each other

then one day
when i touched the mirror
you were there
echoing in the rivulets of light

maybe our souls were just too entwined
so that we had to find our own peace
and we let go
as all lovers must

i remember how you used to move through the threads of life
and how it all sparkled in the soul
so magnificent
so easy for you
and so much insanity for me

your ease of life
still comforts me
all these years later

sweet love

remember when
it was so simple
i like you
you like me
we like each other

we had fun
and frolicked
and played
like children

as if we were in love

leaves on trees

if each leaf
was a moment
and each breeze
was our love

our lives would rattle in the summer
and scatter in the autumn
then finally rest at peace in the icy winter
only to rebloom again when the warmth of spring returns