to ye poets that keep the light

he will keep writing the moon

to its fullest paragraph;

 

with emapthy he traces the round light of loving in dark space.

 

i am sure i feel a caress of moonbeam writing his mantras down my spine

 

while shadows stretch out over the night like cats in an alley that no one walks through after dark.

the bears i always dream about

You were the only person I told about the bears.

 

My ear on your chest heard someone waiting to listen about the dreams.

 

Your arms were the strongest arms I’ve wanted to hold me and the stronger to push me away.

 

I told you about the bears hoping you weren’t one of them.