For All the Wonderful Things He Does

RED KAYAK

A small boat aloft on a skin of water
Above hazy greens and browns
Valleys and peaks
Little horns of water and diamonds

Cool and silken, the water on my hand
Peace washes over the kayak, tilting it to the side
Soft lapping on the hull.

Time will tell.

BROKEN HEART

I have found hope and joy again with you, Jeff
Your optimism and unflagging sense of purpose
Is a balm for my old sadness.
I believe in you and trust you.
And for having my heart broken before, you sink even
Deeper into my being.

So, I love you.

DEER

How, after 17 months, can a simple lilt of tone
Give so much buoyancy of my heart?
You, Jeff, express everything I have
Wished for, hoped for, held out a blind belief
In desire only to glimpse.

I am stunned, a deer in the headlights
Of a momentous and miraculous fate.
You are the whole of me.

LISCENSE

Raw, bloody emotions lurking in corners,
No more.
The time of cutting lose from the pain of the past
And setting of into the future without burden
Throwing away things that still have meaning,
But a meaning I no longer wish to acknowledge.
It has taken a very brave man
To negotiate the minefields of my spirit
I, at least, can be brave enough to throw out
One check for 45 dollars
A torn candy wrapper, and a license.
I am growing up,
And willfully shedding my burdens�
To again become a butterfly-
Like none I have ever been
But always could have become.

JEFF, AGAIN

Nestle in the bend of my arm, dear man
Let me brush your fine hair away and kiss your temple
Hold me until dawn opens my eyes
And my heart rejoices in the warmth
-and total love-
of your beautiful smile.

SANCTUARY

Jeff, whom I love well, paces through the trees. Big hands, curious like a raccoon�s, brushing aside delicate, brittle ferns. Light glinting, glaring from bronzed hair, like golden sun grasping quartz sand. Careful, I call. Don�t fall, there�s clay at the bottom! Jeff, whom I love well, looks up. Sun dappled, cool afternoon forest, brown speckled trickling stream. Spanish moss hangs, restless. Jeff�s big hands carry us. Birds gossip, warning each other, as twigs snap under feet.

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