As each day

Rolls

To sun, to work, to home

And we trade text

I worry you will vanish

And this fresh

Child's discovery

Potential for offering

No judgment

Love for love's sake

Dance

I worry it will pass

Too

Soon

I am new

And I want to give

To you

My heart

My birth

For I love your voice

Your laugh

Your hundred

Surprises

You remind me

That I am not alone

You are kindred

And my thoughts

Have weight

And we can talk

Between us

And love like

True friends

For me, as a man, women are at the center of the world. They bring us all into life. Women are worthy of our highest honor and respect. We deny our deepest self by denying a fundamental truth of nature. For I believe in the power of love.... And love is the source of life...and to love is to yield...to surrender...but with strength and resilience....and wisdom...and a feminist is a person who supports and defends this deepest and source...and feminism is a recognition that women have the voice and perspective that will bring us closer to what we are.

Do not let me

Pester you with

Meaningless messages

And pointless emails

Unless you want

I do it to quell my

Thirst for the delight

Of your attention

And the overwhelming

Privilege of listening to you

Talk about

The way you see your world

As if I were the only one

Listening

Is there transition?

You, I, us

we?

How long is the time

When winter

becomes

Spring

When you notice

the robin breaking ground

And wonder when she left

Or maybe you forgot

You were always there

It's still Fall

Winter has not begun

Summer Distant

Yet we, already languishing

In mid day heat

birds in the empty nest

Fatten for the long trip South

I want the freedom

to look long, long in your eyes.....as long as you will let me.

languishing emotion, long enough to savor

I want to say the forbidden word.

Because it's true

In the moment, You are as beautiful and astonishing as the stars...and I think I would give you anything you asked.

For the giving would fulfill my deepest wish .

Does it have to promise the future?

A year? A month? Tomorrow?

If so, I will seal my cacoon.... And stay my tounge....I will feel it as a mute

I will refrain from voicing what might some day wound you. That is not my place.

Because the word,

promised,

may be the most dangerous word in any language.

But in those quiet times in your presence....hearing your voice, feeling your head resting on my heart....

the word....

Is truth

the world.

The syllable breath

It has its own life,

it follows it's own trail.

No one directs its path.

It has no master.

If I feel you rejoice in its place

And trust it's journey

You will honor it's place. The word will be free

Then I will say it. I will yell it,

A thousand times I will