I didn’t ask for much .. and got side swiped in return.

And yet the gravity of us keeps me strong.

What do you do when you meet the end of your sentence –

In the essence of another person’s presence?

And he’d have you in pieces while your heart is big enough to hold him whole..

Tic tic, running with a handful of sticks,

Don’t lose your footing as you loosen your grip.

Pat, pat – he had you at ‘keroac’ –

As your thoughts fire to the same heat,

Flint to the rhythm – daring you to speak..

Fast catch to the fly – our minds sync and bait..

Illuminate and singe the sides.

To collide and spill over me .. my other, my other certainty undenied.

(Rochester, NY. Spring 2009, for my ‘other’)