The win

Oh
fuck
I want you to win.
Oh God I want that
for you.
You deserve the win.
I want to give that to you
then I can leave.

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Erosion

This pain was sent to teach me
and it did
it taught me much
but enough!
can I stop learning now
please?
I am tired,
tired in my bones,
tired in the bones of my soul,
and what’s left of me
isn’t enough
to do much
with all this new wisdom.

No

the catcher has
been so brave
steadfast
and strong
sweet lover
risks her heart
opens herself
to me
and i say no
i have my pain
your hopes for me
die with me

Terminal

Oh, I’m sick,
I feel sick,
there’s a disease in
my heart that refuses
all healing, all love,
holds on to its
doomed obsession and
follows it eagerly
down
to death.

After love

Making love to you
helps me forget
that I am dead
winding down
like a clockwork toy
the pieces of my soul
falling like snow
swirling like autumn leaves
around the bed
of our passion.

Catechism

Yesterday a man died. One of many.

He was swept off the rocks and died in the ocean. I wished I was him. Dying in the ocean would be like going home. The only part I didn’t like is that they found his body and tried to revive him. Interrupted his peaceful sinking and the nibbling of the fish. You can’t blame them. But it seems disrespectful.

He didn’t want to die. Well, there is no justice in the world, is there? If it could be arranged that death came for me, and I could spare you the pain of my choosing; well, that could work. Not exactly win-win, but it could work. Tell the angels: spare someone else; take me.

But wait: someone is slamming their fist on the table. “HOLD THAT TELEGRAM!!”.

You, my beautiful catcher, reminding me of your ferocity.

“Live. First because I want you to. Then because you want to. In that order.”

Psychic mirror neurons: you are there each week, so I am there each week; you don’t give up, so I don’t give up. My heartbeat slows to match yours, and the steady rhythm of your breathing becomes mine. And then your anger reminds me that I have fire in me too. Not only rain.

“Is there beauty in the world?
Is there love in your heart?”

Yes. And yes. And so?

“What other reason do you need?”