Our paths, Uncrossed

Staring at my sins
and stains on your heart
beg my mind to pray-
another man’s burden

What a sweet, sweet joy
would be, to nail these sins
as if wood, blood and tears
could mend the pathways in your brain

my blood is the only price to pay
drain from my face
pore, into my eyes
see you for what you are

There was no darkness
or heat of flame
only partiality
in happiness, and emptiness in the rest

Clinging sadness grows to a full companion
But I let her take me
up the hill
carrying all my transgressions

Back Porch

I set you on the back porch
to chill down.

I was waiting for you to grow 
cold
to stop swelling in my heart at all

but in my mouth, salivating
turning up my anger

I wait for your recess

Touch, too close
suck on the inflating wound
On a thumb when you need it
constantly rubbing, breaking,  inflating

You refuse to freeze.
But I refuse to lose my collection of internal organs
So I beg love’s wings to rest
stop pounding on my chest

he’s on the porch, I tell her
You can still see the steam
bubbling out like a miniature geyser
screaming that he’s free