Everything is great

We shine into eternity...
Together, We are the oceans...
The air with the Sun tarnished....
To the Glistening from beneath...
Within the stars and moon unblemished....
Into this True Happiness...
For we don't require...
Wine, poems, and music...
To set our mood...
We are the harmony...
Within our own dance...
The unspoken words...
We express with only ...
Motions of our eyes...
Toward our lips, hands, and body...
Within the time...
When everything is right...
The our soft words...
I love you (The best...I ever had...)

You...and you....

In the winter, when you're away,
I imagine the world mourns with me.
The candy floss clouds turn dark in suspension,
The bus on Canal street runs late, and the milk sours seconds faster.
When ice grows on the oak, I do the things I can't when you're here.
I let the hair on my legs entwine, the soy sauce on my chin congeal.
I watch Oprah and sob, sing Abba with my mouth full.
On Christmas day, the only stockings I see are wrapped in gaudy paper,
A present from someone to wear as I eat my radioactive meal for one.
And then suddenly it's spring, the world rises groggily from slumber,
And finds me shaved and scrubbed and scented.
The house dusted, the cushions laid on the couch in order of shade.
Everything ready so I can tell you I didn't even notice you were gone