Yoracle

Ask me not to die
I promise to open the door
When you call
Your oracle
I am the good sense
I am the thoughtfulness
I am in the little things

I would like to be loved
By you for such simple effusions
Regularly and not
Periodically
Because you need something

Even though I am your oracle
I wouldn’t mind if somehow
I became your point of interest
So you might say to yourself
I wonder how he is
And show up

How sensitively situated
Is my heart
Grooming the universe
Bathing in rivers
So far away you could touch me
Anywhere

Part of me plotting   
Part of me forgetting
Part of me plotting
Part of me forgetting

I am your oracle
I signed up for that
A personal contract
Not always reciprocated

Like a pregnant island
North of adversity explicitly
Offering newsletters
For bettering instructions
To the shorts and the sweaters
You’re folding

I have decided an oracle house   
Is something that I can’t help holding   
In the right place at the right time
Come take your seat

My heart slides wide open with no
Reciprocation nor agreement

© 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

Into Your Eyes

You are my rock
More like a mountain really
Cerebral and everything
An infinite cluster of love
Blue moon swoons
Down to the null
Resting just above my tongue
As I look up
Your immortality stands
Firmly before me
I could climb the trellis
Of your strength
Unshaken as an architect
Would be so proud
Of such a building
That cannot be torn down
You resound the meaning
Of such a fortress
Earthquakes tremble
In the opposite direction
Fear lays down before your feet
Courage makes a home
Inside your full fleet heart
An island of light
Determined on the frontlines
Battling to save the lives
Of others
Compassion cries at your
Ability to outstand
What pure stability can be found
In just one person
Even in a dark and sunless place
Calling to the power
That is offered up for all
Your stature beholds
Caressed reflections of
Delectably enthralled
Constitution
Meteors will dream the dream
To have the lust to throw about
Their weight throughout the sky
As you do
With clarity
It can be seen
With just one look
Into your eyes

© GÄ

Vent

I am a windsail
For all to find their way
Creeping over the wall
Guiding you through
Your nightmares
I have a gold chain
For you to hold
To draw you up
Like the length of my hair
From the bannister
We think our times are
Different
Yet so much remains the same
The stars the moon
A biodome of gloom
Would soon be wasted
In the exuberation
Of the slap from
Ocean wave
Make not your grave
Before me
But a light of
Glittered glory
I shall carry you
Like wind the vent
Of days
From Singapore to France
Maketh thy heart
An open chance
As to exist
In what big belly
Of life’s boat
Remains still precious
To stop the grinding
Of the loss
Let bitterness
Like nets be tossed
To hear the pecker
On clean wood
Vibrantly round
Procure the sound
Of yet another day
Rebounding
The sun hath risen once again
Majestically displayed

© GÄ

Your Finger

I have an aching
That you fulfill
It’s a complicated case
Of finding love in a
Fun house mirror
Impervious appeal
A solid space
Scaffolding we build
Chuck the
Rickety steps aside
Foundations of
Tiers unlike tears
With a lovely
Darkness inviting
Balance on a beam of
Feedback sliding
Can I call you
My love huntsman
As I watch the
Eclipse of your eyes
Thou artful smiles
Thy spherical disguise
In a
Punch pink
Bubblegum rouge
I part the fringe
Of your youth
And all our innocence
Lands on top of
Here where I have learned
Of certain things
Especially that I
Am an expert on
What is good
And nostalgia is
Our food

What if instead of just reading
You actually wrote
On my skin
Like a tattoo
With your finger
Or your heart
Or just a pen

© GÄ

Your Words

If you’re not opposed
I’ll set out a change of clothes
For when we finally
Get up this afternoon

I can’t remember when
The last time was
I had someone’s lips on me
I’d rather wait for you
Than hook up
Hopelessly

Like screaming fire!
In a crowded theater
My heart is beating
A mile a minute just thinking
Of when you’ll arrive

Why don’t you just
Throw a dagger into me
You sexy beast
Your words are like
Sensuous poetry

© GÄ

Kiss Your Neck

How much how many times
What is the balance
To find work and love
Someone to go home to
Someone to celebrate
Someone touch my lips
Working hard is what for
If there is no one to share it with
Affection calls
I feel it strongly today
Underneath the mystery
Turn me upside down
Find a way for you
To find me too
If I knew where or
How to ask you
Just to stay with you
Hold you
I want to
Kiss your neck

© GÄ

Your Greatness

As we move forward
In this new world we
Find ourselves
Settling in new ways
I say

Your beauty is confused
By its ability to be beautiful
In it’s absence it rips away
At your heart
I holler that you will find meaning
And decode what it deserves
Oh, if I could only show you

The place where you crouch
Is hiding from elegance
What a shame it is to doubt
How special your significance
Is to so many
How you fill them
With plenty

I take a step towards
The distance that forces you
To know you
The way I want to show you
Your greatness

© GÄ

Your Hand

In this distance where you stand
I can barely see your hand
Yet somehow strangely close to you
Somehow scarcely knowing you
Somehow I attempt to understand

Inspired by the swan
Graceful as her silhouette
Becomes the dawn
As the wind caresses
All that he demands
I reach beyond the distance
For your hand

© GÄ

Your Heart

He focuses on her
She is ready
Their conversation is sensual
She says
“Ohh, that’s freaking leaking!”
The
Uh
“There.” He said, “What?”
Is it supposed to go like this?
Ya, where is the pick at?
It’s behind
Yah… over there
That ain’t gonna hold it down
No it wasn’t on there like that
I was gonna laugh if you screwed that up
“I wasn’t gonna screw it down.”
She said
It wasn’t like that I know
Look at you!
Wait! Here is where I want to put it
Right there…
Pop it on there
Okay there’s gotta be a hinge
To this somewhere
Where’s the flashlight?
It’s gotta be here somewhere
Let me see that thing
Just for a second
What thing?
Your heart

© GÄ