living love

too busy living love
to write about it
or think about it,

too busy listening
to
two heartbeats
instead of

one.

answer

I give you
my
self

surely you knew
but just
wanted to
hear it
out
loud.

tell
if
you
dare.

bling

my lover
loves me in bling
50cent size bling
Lil Kim size bling

bling
that screams
I am
something
special.

no subtle
tiffany
or vintage
cartier,
just
really
big
bling!

black hole

I have a
black hole
where my heart
is supposed
to be.
a monster
sucking in
and crushing
love.
insatiable.
invisible.
devours
even
light
itself.

rugs and souls

I wear my skin
like a kilim,
good side
outside
for all to see,
back side
inside
so I can pick
at all
the knots
in my spare time.

I don't aspire
to
fine oriental status,
let me be just a kilim;
not too much difference
between front and back.
beautiful enough,
but not too
precious
for the dog to lie on

passion

passion
like a soup can
and string telephone
works best with
a little tension
in the line
to keep
us present
in the moment,

a little distance
to increase
the drama
of togetherness,

a little solitude
so we can rightly value
companionship.

no batteries, minutes
or bills,
the tools of love
humble in the hands
of the makers