valentines

Be My Valentine

 

 

If the greatest virtue we can aspire to is love

And the greatest follies in our lives are due to love

And we can't cure our frenzied malady of love

But all sages exhort us just to love

And pure poison emanates from loss in love

And pure bliss is promised us from lovely love

And what about those horrid beings we just can't love

And what about that horrid feeling of being unloved

So what in heaven/hell is love?

 

 

There is love that sends you dancing

into romantic lunacy

that feels so right and free

There is love that burns so hot and cold

you never know

quite where you are

There is love that holds a whisper

in a cloaked corner of your being

makes you smile in

that secret special way

makes you want to linger

in a lover's fantasy

makes your day

There is love that hurts and hates

and kills any chance of saving

face or heart

burns the bright flame of your essence

into ash

leaves you bleeding, pleading

for any drug or thrill to kill that agony

There is love

indistinguishable from insanity

in any way your twisted mind

will go

There is love that lets you know

you have a soul

because it's growing

magically

What kind of love are you offering

to me?

 

 

I offer you a human love,

not constrained to simple delineation.

Part seeking a confidante face,

to find my hoped for reflection.

Part need for nurturing solace

in uncertain days.

Part desire to be hero, adored

shining spirit in your eyes,

because you spark enduring fire

in mine.

You send my boundaries

leaping.

Your presence increases my

self’s reality,

inspires wider denotation

encompassing we.

Crawling into each other's

place of essence,

breaking through,

It doesn't matter where

I am

when I'm with you.

 

 

 

 

 

Haphazard People

 

 

Mostly pretty ugly, pretty useless, pretty stupid,

not pretty at all.

But how can I discount them when unexpectedly

somebody kind, unreasonably wise, a vision of grace,

undeniably lovely.

How could we account for miracles, unlikely odds

coming through?

Random chaos is enough for human ingenuity

to engineer you or me, or any soldier joe

or social geek.

Who's to say which or any of us is the freak?

I like my lovers half-crazed, bravely strong, and wonder-filled.

A true friend to cry with,

who then can laugh me out of my blues.

I like that she could choose,

and freely cleaves to me.

Haphazard people.

Collisions of lives.

What are the chances we might get it right?