VALENTINE

All my thought a serious burn
How can I make you see?
The words come much slower now.

The intensity, and the peace
the curve of your neck, your laugh
a soothing stream. The shape
of your face soft
kiss against my palm.

In this heart I wrap you tight
with the harvest of dreams,
hope for brilliant light on the horizon
where my prayer is deepest.

All my sky a lavender fire
I watch you sleep, shallow pulse
of in and out beyond this
fragile glass, between the night
the blindness and my choice
to give it back.

I knelt below the evening clouds
in the instant when you looked away
and cut my circles in the stone
of regret.

Until the red of morning sky
until the death of silver moon
I asked for you.

Ache in my deep now long and memory
something like growing old
and knowing the way
home.

I offer you these words, the foolish things
I never find sense to speak.

I offer you these hands, this little boy in me.

Below summer sun, or jack-frost sky
I need your love I need your love.

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2/11/89