open hands

 
here, it glitters
sun, no sun, it glitters

we call it shard
a randomized collaboration

all things broken
found by hand

I never stopped loving you

fingertips gathering
blood by blood

bare touch
bonding two

beloved face
name submerged

here, it glitters
and I am home

with you, with you
 
 
 
 

bare feet

 
dusty skin
back to back

talcum earth
no question posed

second house
east of me

seedling there
blossom inside

beside a hill
like summer does

first love
is always first

no one else had that grace

then your dad said
moving away

 
 
 
 
image: “two faces of love” pen & ink and painting, obtained from
               the Renaissance Pleasure Faire, Black Point, California