Running In Circles
So, the obvious 'comes apparent;
Does this change 'nything in truth?
For our friendship leaves the aberrant
‘Fore I come home to Duluth
And I found another lover
And your soul
Oceans of Mine
Prisms of Love
Don’t you know?
I long to feel the skin upon your face,
The brush of whiskers nettled on your chin
And when I reach to touch, you to embrace
I find that
The Justice of Love
...If I ever hurt you, do not let me be until there is some kind of justice in it.
We make our own justice, those of us who love and leave love — for
"Be Good"
"Be good,"
And I am filled with confusion
Singed with pain
Filled with fear
For what good
Is implied in that allusion
When your stain
I hold so dear?
I was
Do What You Like
Or: Self-Indulgence on a Summer Morn
(Originally published on Medium.com)
It is this bizarre trembling that I wake to, this sensation of needing to get up, to do something — and, instead,