Playing Sunsets For Lonely

You came into my life and made everything else feel like a rehearsal. Love always came to me as a question, but with you, it felt like an answer. I didn't know I had put up walls until you brought them crashing down. I couldn't figure out why love was different with you until I realized it hadn't been love with anyone else.

“As for gender I can’t explain it any more than a poem: there was an instinct, I followed it. A song. A bell. I saw deer tracks in the snow. Little split hearts beckoned me across the lawn.”

heart like a river-mouth.           all I am & all I was: foolish                     enough to have come back;                                foolish enough to have gone.

“Let it be known: I did not fall from grace. I leapt to freedom.”

& I’m burning

“Of all the things I have done, I am most proud of our relationship, of picking up the pieces of investing in each other again and again. I am proud to trust you, despite the pain of trusting that lives in me every day. In every way, I was raised to kill this: the impulse to build and protect a place where you and I can live as ourselves. And not just live. When I hear you on the phone, there’s always something else going on, something’s happened that will change you or change me, and it’s not those moments but ourselves that we share with each other. Not out of necessity, but abundance.”

And besides, what’s another bruise? What’s a bruise? What’s a bruise? What’s a blue moon bruise to do but pull young blood to and fro like the tide? What’s a bruise but a testament to the sharp art of surrendering to time and place?