Speak

The passive bug is out to get me
I want to speak my mind still yet
The bug it won’t permit me
I know the thing to say is right
It wrestled with me in the night
Why is my tongue tied up to say
The things in which I am afraid
Mysterious moth upon my lips
Lift your wings show me the gift
If words indeed need to be said
Part my mouth relieve my head
My teeth can feel no sound relief
If not to say what’s in the heart
For where the words will hide and twist
They must be clear to pass my lips
And once is said what needs
Spring forth my head then also
Rest returns to bed for me to sleep
I cannot keep the mystery
Entirety foreshadowing what
Still my heart yearns yet to speak

© GÄ

What Would You Say

Empty chair across from me
Empty glass because I’m thirsty
Drink too much or not enough
It never mattered to me much
The better part of me is knowing
We share a space out there somewhere
The better part of me is glowing
In some French proverbial rivière
That’s me floating away at sea
With a baguette and a cup of tea
Do you like boats or inner tube floats
Come sail away with me
Just for the moment really
See where it goes
We can take off our shirts
Soak up the sun and discover each other
Under which one
Inside which heart
We we’re mountaineering through
To find the other half the other part
The things that left us torn apart
By the ones before
But ready in the wake on every end
Forevermore was never just a saying
It meant somehow that we’d be staying
In the rooms that we unlocked
Like doors that slide up sideways
Or cars that beetle-wing
Modern meets true ancient structures
Stone and water hands are clutching
Sheets are crisp and
Lips stop touching just
Long enough to say
Wait
What would you say?

© GÄ