hands

Inking

Deliquescence we are
Melting into our futures
There are so many more
Moments to be had
Does being vulnerable
Sharing our disappointments
And the horrors
Of our lives
Make us any
Less amazing?
Is there more love
To be had and
Can we be
Arrested for that?
How can we know
If our hands are
Even our own hands
Or are these hand’s
The hands of our
Grandfathers’
Grandfathers

Delivery

In the delivery room
Eyes gleam in disbelief
To think that miracle could be
Sitting there right next to me

If I knew then
What I know now
I would hold your hand
Again somehow
I would pass the energy
That slipped away from me
Into your palms

Take my hand
And walk with me
From here into
Eternity

Across the petals
Of our souls
Above the Universe
Echos

Our names embedded
In the stars
Footsteps in sands
All over Mars

Glaciers
And volcanos meet
Subglacial
Rising chemistry

One hundred and
Eighty three moons believe
In our
Insatiability

Comets bolt
In yellow gold
Sanskrit scribed
In tales of old

Mutual heat
In flames between
The color of red
That cherries dream

Lightning dances
At our feet
Black holes
Form exhibiting

The gravity
Our love defies
Angels will sing
Demons will cry

Walk with me
Through horizons light
Where morning makes love
To the night