diatomic love
electronic discharge

their bond is molecular
small but covalent
to them it is salient

Your curls have my fingers
So tight they won't let go

I could live here, hands on your head,
myself, your cargo.

Take me far away from here,
Around this great blueberry.

I'll ride high on your shoulders,
Or walk when you get wary.

At night, sleep, face up to the moon,
Your scalp set in my palms.

I'll tell you things about the stars,
my gentlemen in arms.

No Clouds, no Moon
I must be lost.
The yellow sky
Is running scared.

I have loved you
From the moment our eyes
Met across the crowded street
On that scorching summer day

And though summer
Soon came to a bitter end
I have loved you through
Every season ever since

And I guess I always will

It was almost a Now Moon the other evening, but the crescent was rocked a bit back to south.
Does it matter if almost now is a little in the past or a little in the future?
I find that it doesn’t matter, except that the too-many sorrows of the decades cannot be forgotten.
But they are only background – separate from now.
They don’t color or influence now, except as instructions, to be followed or not, for present behavior. Although the sorrows are not now, sometimes they feel like always.
The answer to the almost now question is; “Always”.
That beautiful Now Moon orange crescent is “Always”.

this cold sunrise will choke on all the dark, sunless ways that i am in love you. sweet one, let's watch the light as it falls apart and crawl, like ether on our golden skin. this is us sitting in the last of september's lights — this is us in the finitude of poetry, and i have never seen anything as beautiful.