February 1, 2009
Two blogs in one night? Nah.
Love remains to be.
Love. Sits at my desk, holds my pen and writes to the cosmic ordering service.
Love keeps me awake at night with ghost arms around me and ghost lips upon me.
Love looks out over the mud flats in the freezing winds and watches the gulls hang upon the air.
Love stands in the kitchen and pours itself into cake mix so that it can warm and rise in the oven.
Love flows across the reed, one long breath that vibrates and brings my sax to life.
Love plays with the edges of the blanket, ignoring time and the television.
Love stops the surge and looks about to see that the walls are silent.
Love settles in my room and makes it warm.
Love warms me.
Love observes the ones who got there before it.
Love never stops wanting.
Love never leaves me.
Love regrets nothing.