Back At Me

You read me
Like an open book he said
I just threw my head around
In every which way
I wanted him to like me
But then what would I do
If he actually did
Maybe grow my hair out
Or paint my bedroom walls blue
There was that one color
I really liked
Similarly to his eyes
I wonder if I could hide my
True feelings if he asked
When he came over
If he came over
About the blue walls
I painted them blue
Because of you
You are so beautiful
Nah, probably just lie
And say I wanted to remember
That time I was with my favorite
Childhood best friend
Who was also a dog
A beautiful dog
More beautiful than any human
I’ve ever encountered
Except for you I could say
Really it’s just a dream
Unless he actually came to
Sit with me on my bed
Looking up at the ceiling
I count all the spots I can see
In hapless wonder
I think what a joy it would be
To have him smile
Back at me

© GÄ

At Your Fingertips

I have a friend
A very best friend
Who had to make some room for me
She loves my crazy
As she said she would
How much more room is there do you think
Do you love me from a distance
At arms length
Pure love is succinct
What is this sacrifice
In thee that you should give
Your heart for me or to make room
Or how much space would
I be taking if you have
Room enough still in your heart
Of that to give left there for me
Would there be any emptiness
If I was absent from this green
If I was absent then from thee
If you do not believe
In this my spiritual being
Would you then reach out dear to me
Would you know that
Even in my absence
Or as a phantom in your mist
That you would always have me
At your fingertips

© GÄ

One at a Time

The unfolding of your words
From the deepest wellspring
Giveth light to the faraway
Understanding this has
Always been paradoxical
And ever will continue

Always previously given
With an undying
Debt to attachment
Something one can’t shake
Like a feeling that takes over you
My unrelenting crush

Call to me and I will answer you
Though the downtime feels a bit
Like a straitjacket for love

About such an appeal
There is only one way to deal
The cards out between you and I

One at a time

© GÄ

At Your Edge

The mind appears
To be almost in
An unconscious stage
Of fragrance
Through a particular
Floral underpass
Calming all
My nerves
Consciousness can be
Experienced fragments
At the same time
Stitching your tattered
Pieces so
In a wonder ball
Filled with the
Whole self
You are also
Playful my love
May I climb your
Stand at your edge
Offer you a rose
Will you accept my
Your nose
I wish to present
A gorgeous storm
Of grandeur
Moment by moment
Wrapped in
Arms length

© GÄ