Wishing you love, joy, peace, and hope this Christmas.
i don’t want a narrow view of love:
you love me and i’ll love you
— no —
don’t want just my needs, wants, don’t needs, don’t wants.
You give love unconditionally
not caring if i love you back right
or if i slip back into that
blind sight of loving you wrong.
there are countless languages that speak love
and i want to know them all
give them all
freely
to you.
i want to fly right over the chasm
where ordinary
freefalls and plummets;
instead you get my imperfect botched love
tainted by pride and selfish fears
while you give me
thirty roses
every day —
the extravagant
exquisite
excruciating
reminder
of those lost thirty years.
the circle of life 