poetry
Man Overboard
All the woe-begotten, joy-besotted
Debutantes
Wait for him
And what he wants
When he wants it
She is not about to find him
In the archives
Where the history of the world
Hides behind him
And the women who could never
Possess or unwind him
Make a play to be what defined him
They are not of consequence
All the faith-forsaken, overtaken
Hypocrites
Wait for him
Where the future sits
In its bits and pieces
She is keen to see what time
Releases
From the dungeons
Where the history of a man
Comes and bludgeons
Him
And the visions that could never
Cast him asunder
Make a play to be what becomes under—
Stood
The way she wishes it would
The way it never could
Once
It had been done
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Love’s Orbit
As you turn
Toward and around
Each other
You are star and sun
Spinning circles of bright wonder
Over and under
The dark space of time
Where there is no one else
In the emptiness
You burn for each other
In a dance you can’t rehearse
You spin galaxies together
For better and for worse
You are now your own universe
Love has a fierce and perfect orbit
Once you enter
Whatever circles
Must come from the center
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