Arrival / Departure

Arrival:
First kiss in decades. This one is more
important than all the ones before. This kiss
will say “Yayyyy” or Nay to the future of loves
commitment. Nervous joy and silent yearning over dinner
ends when we kiss the second, third, and so on. The week
goes by faster than a speeding bullet to my racing heart realizing
you are not ending the visit, but beginning a future…a future with possibilities
of forever.

Departure:
Jet plane gone in to the wild blue
Yonder. You are in the tail section waving
To a new me, one that cries at curbside departures and laughs
at you snorting while eating a nasty ass chicken wing. Giddy
giggling like 17 year old kids experiencing our first time
knowing it will not be the last. Thank you for the feelings
of love on a Christmas morning knowing the only gift I need to see
under the tree is you.

Futures Days and Nights

Long days and longer nights are no longer.
My days are filled with lush thoughts of
a future held together with roses, lilies, and
blue and white note cards that say, "Baby Thanks for being you"
My life was forever changed with one midnight, "Heyyyy"
Now I drift off to dream of beauty and wonderment and great stories
yet to come of days filled with laughter and joy and approachability.
Only you baby, can make "approachability" as saucy as the woman who said it.
Mine is forever and yours is forever with me. I love you past,
present, and future.

Come to Jesus

Knock at my front door,
I am afraid it's the boogeyman
he is wearing a shroud of humble,
honest caring and a beard of The Gospel truths.
Suffering isn't a pleasurable invitation, but vibrant
like the colors of a horribly nostalgic slasher film. One
that reminds of the past, but warns of better days. He
asks if I want to come along. If it's too good to be truth
it may very well be or it could be the answer to many
long prayers on longer nights from noon til dawn blessings of foot deep
tears and crying out for redemption. Is the argument with myself or with
that asshole that used to live in my mirror or from when I was a child. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to the Lord my soul to keep. Was it Him or me responsible for the survival. The jury is still out. Come back next week, I may have an answer for ya!