Wink, wink.

Pink Jello
You spin circumstance and sugar to grope my thoughts.
Your words raise me sweet and low.

I swear.

You fade by sundrops but drip through my day
Like heavy cream.
Beating into my night-
pink jello.

I swear again.

Bittersweet

Hours alone thinking about the walls and what if they were blue. Painting myself apart of something bigger.
Hours alone thinking about the walls and what if they were you. Painting myself apart of something new.
Nights spent drawing open boxes with no tops and no bottoms. Full and full again. Full of something blue. Blue and something you.
Never quite what I see. Less than what I want. Blue and bright. New and light. Love and lust. Dreams and dust.
Hours alone thinking about the walls and what if they were blue. Painting myself apart of something dark.
Darker than the blue of you. Nothing of the blue you are. Darker than you could ever be. Blue as if you drowned with me.
Hours alone floating on the walls. The walls of blue. The walls of you. Painting myself apart of something new.
I've imagined memorizing the scent of your hair.
October 30, 2008

Jesus love.

When I am worshipping, I am chin to Heaven bleeding appreciation and awe of my Creator. My experience is my own. The welling up and setting free. All me. Bedlam ceases. Virtual cathedrals, highways, and skies. Sanctuary is the space I touch. Imperfect perfection tugs at my soul. I might whisper my words, but mostly I am mute. My throat no longer obeys my mind. Energy consumes my body and when I am ready I go in new peace. I step out into new day. Brighter than the moment before. Smiling in the afterglow of praise. Transcendence and wholeness cover me. And I know I’ll be here again.