on love and writing

writing is a sharp
                    sharp
                           pencil
or a colored pen

swimming strokes

the first bite of a brand new journal
the entire longwide
              space
of a blank white page
     a favored worn thesaurus
                                the wading through
serious

game
gearing up
buttoning up
plowing through
dressing sentences and hiding clues
                                                   like up a sleeve
ceding seeding stealing
                               like kisses
chewing  like on gum

writing is staying
    inside too long on a sunny day

writing is
               scrawling on the back of receipts at a
               stop light
                       like a fiend
                the rouse of the morning muse
                             nursing noisy nymphs
ideas high on caffeine
insomniac stirring whirring thoughts
                                                      that smack of brilliance when
                                                              sleep deprived and only half awake brain frazzled ruse

seeking

 obsession 
too much  not enough slivers of wisdom
and what’s been repressed
depressed
regressed

 invention

writing is
comparison contrast
     inversion paradox exaggeration rhythm feet
                                                                tapping blue like jazz elevation

writing is caring 
shading not caring blotting steering tightening tripping
  hulling sharing
  hard
    loosening and a
                     restraining
                     a raging pondering
filtering

writing is a whore depraved redeemed
a jolt or jab
 a filtering a filling gag
                        of
intention cute
dreaded reaching
   rooting

writing is a good book and
                  a want
a kindling
a catching fire
a café a bar
a calling
   crawling
a madness

writing is a kind of mothering and a
     thievery of sorts 

it’s getting lucky

 it’s finding a return for words  the finite in the infinite finding where you went wrong
saving giving slaving slimming wedding stewing all day slewing harping spinning
finding a return to you
a return to love

is need is not
           need
came
telling
is real
is keen

buds
runs
stands

love is spotting your smile
          sprouting
lit up
you smiling at me as you pull into our driveway
me seeing it from where I’m writing on the porch

love is my luck

falling asleep in your arms

love is the package of then and now  is red like the roasted leaves in autumn
                                          not leaving not gone
not late not proud
can’t be jinxed

love is a nest
   our house

my heart
beating wildly back and forth

is poured out
knocks
leads follows
camps out rides in is
                     pinned upon my chest pines is written stenciled pales next
                                                        to nothing bides unlocks fights

is rare
 tops

 yearns

love is
           my skin
                still shy
but slipping through my eyes

love is the scent and the feel of your skin blurring with mine, especially
          in the morning your barely open lids

it’s a big deal

the nape of your neck you turning back to me in bed
   toasting me
a tandem bike a bough
your hands working out the
                                      kinks shutting the door

digging like through a sales rack
crazy like our families
                         

love is you
brewing a fresh pot of coffee

love is proof in the pudding and
                                               a picture a child drew

love is a passage and
             a shape
             a tattoo

love is the taste
   of the obvious

your stare coring
decoding me

the unmistakable sound
                                 of your delighted
                                                   laughter

it is
           imagining you as a
boy
and knowing you as
        a man 

love is my tongue
tied
      and love is
always
                           superfluous  
                             perspicuous
not

love is room to move
around
and
then come back

love is a still
 quiet day
                                                                 you home
a sunday

free verse blank verse and form  the flow like slam like poetry

love is a parable

inspiration
            to return
            to our room
            to write

love is always
finding –
 needing
words
                             when I’m with you

a blaze
a desire
a madness

every synonym and simile

finding you in words

writing is love is you