| Everything |
| Waking with you those mornings in Portland, studying the shape of your nose flexing beneath eyes that struggle to open again. Gazing at Mount Hood in the afternoon, awed in its transitory constancy. So masculine and so feminine, so much of everything. The cliffs we walked along above the crashing ocean, beyond the violet mountains and indigo sky. We were so much of everything. I release beauty every day, for beauty demands it. The sky at dusk tonight was the color of our love and the shade of our sex. I aspired to capture it in colors, words, or sound so I could gaze at it again twenty years from now when I am a different man, yet still the same, and remember this feeling, retrace this emotion, feeling its shape, its curves and its texture. Yet beauty demands that you release without sadness. To bathe in the stream without chasing the water. I miss the shape of your nose, the color of your passion, and the texture of your mind. But your beauty is here-- It is everything, and you are everything. So much of everything. |
| by Kevin S McFadden |
| For Paige |