Compassion

"I Compassion,

dwell not in sympathetic looks,

befuddled about with much sentimentality,

but am the chopping off of one's hand

to offer to

one's brother or sister

who is without

limbs."

Love

See the moon,
how it glows in the night:
its afro brimming,
outlined by the sun’s light,
and living in a halo?

Anonymous

I want to cry
To burst
into uncontrollable tears
To drown
you with them
To run
and bury my head
To end
this life and start over again.

Dancing with You

Dancing with You is like,
drinking from a fountain--
refreshing,
a cool splash-inside
on the back of a dry throat.

A desert resurrected.

Dancing with You is like,
new life—
refreshing,
a return of breath to empty, decaying flesh-
motion to stillness-
and a return of marrow to once hollow bones.

Decay reversed, and a beat returned to a still-born heart.

Dancing with You is like—
humm…and I am afraid, for I have
2
left
feet.