Perhaps all that we can say

is it’s more beautiful on the page

perhaps since the urge to scrawl

on the cavern walls,

we wait to write out what’s known

what we call beautiful

well I could define, the lines around your eyes

and wrinkles on your sheets

But, I shall not reminisce.

Instead I eat chinese food with you,

holding my chopsticks improperly

and your tutoring ways, I read as condescension

and you, so keenly aware

at my anger at my own injustice, at my own mistakes

I write words to say I’ve accepted my shortcomings

But it’s a rather large pill to swallow

or I guess that’s what they say

as If we could really be medicated by our own sinful ways

Churched out of forgiveness, but I will bear the weight

swimming in this universe, each day

knowing, that so little is known and it’s so beautiful and wonderful

and frightening, and heartbreaking

like you.

always, like you.

Insistent life

the description I can’t erase

Rhythmic, and too easily poetic

chances were never good

perhaps, neither were we

My pulsating heart and circulating blood, 

remnants of one unlikely cell

that began at one time or another, to replicate

So cleave, my heart,

in content with descendence