To My Valentine

Red wagons are red.
Blueberries are blue.
Some things just are.
Like me liking you.

Please Take It

Please take it. I want you to have it.

This heart is useless beating in my breast.

It rots.

It tosses with wild spinnings.

(Lodestone seeking,

Never finding.)

But you it likes.

It purrs.

It stares.

It paces.

It holds its wild breath. 

These ribs were never more cagelike 

Than while I wait for you to know

(Like I do)

That this heart belongs with you.

Can I Be Fragile For A Moment?

Can I be fragile for a moment?

The sun is running away from me.

I am left in constant night,

My eyes held wide to catch the light.

I feel feelings lurking among the stars;

In the bits of dark between them.

They watch and wait for me to blink,

But my eyes are strong and dry.

If you hold me, will I cry?

Will I laugh and never cry again?

There's More

I am the open book,

The clearest water.

But there are gems 

and darknesses

Hidden in the 

depths.

I guard them by 

not guarding.

They flash through 

my eyes without 

finding expression,

Swimming in my 

sea of words.

The fun would be to 

spear them--

Watch the Poseidon 

of my heart rear 

up with trident 

blazing.

You didn't know I had a god in here.

Neither did I.

Everything But Marriage

My mother's love
Interesting interests
A fabric stash
Leisure time
A book collection
Loving roommates
Close friends
A real job
Three trees
A Vespa
A good voice
Opportunities to sing

Beautiful little things
like
My appendix
An Eiffel Tower
A sister statue
Caribbean coral
A conch
A hat head
A guardian angel
Magazine pages
Paintings
Grandma's golden bird
Mamacita's radio
Dragon chairs
A safe and cozy place to keep them

Friendly community
A pond right next door
Little dog
My mother's BJs membership
Delicious foods
Simple tastes
Chocolate mousse recipe
Costume pieces
Trusty fanny pack
Not thinking about my bank account this summer
Loaning money to friends
International friends whose absence tugs at my heart
At least my heart is being tugged.
Children who love me, who have loved me
like
Noah
Ryan
Andrew
Connor
Irene
Sylvain
Sophie
Children's books
I can read
Bigger books full of information
Library access at Harvard
The plan of salvation

The Death of Wisdom

That was wise.

I had thought ahead.
The future seemed shapeable.
Choose now, love then.

What an illusion.
What a desperate attempt.
A future of good feelings born of logic.

Mind and heart were always opposed.
What was I thinking.
There can be no truce.

this is not my sorrow

THIS IS NOT MY SORROW

THIS IS THE SORROW OF A MILLION HEARTS

I CANNOT HOLD IT BY MYSELF

I WILL BEND AND BREAK ALONE

I WILL SHRIVEL AND SOUR

THE WORLD WILL IMPLODE

THE HORIZON WILL DISAPPEAR

AND I WILL BE LOST

ALL BECAUSE OF THIS HURT THAT I CLING TO

WITH THE EARNESTNESS OF GRAVITY

BUT

I FEAR THE EMPTINESS OF

WIDE OPEN SPACE WHEN I LET GO.