You and me,
Governed by different laws:
You are sunlight and flowers
Your laughter
A skipping stream of consonants
Like water over rocks
But I am night
And a lonely moon against a tower,
Shadows and blue moonbeams
And the lull of quiet hours
The magic of my art
Often runs at cross purposes
With the rhythm of our loving
I need solitude and crickets
Darkness closing its eyelids—
Shadows to loom
And populate a room
With innumerable
Improbable characters
I didn’t choose this;
But Life chose me Instead
To voice its pain
And put into words
The beauty of the mundane
I wish I could tell your beauty
Softly
But it’s my rough hands
That caress your face
I am a flawed man,
Who before you
Was a doubled-up fist,
But now can hold soft things…
Fragile as a butterfly’s wings,
Delicate as night’s face
Tender as its dark eyelids
Fluttering in infinite space.