Perpendicular Paths

A lover of corners. That’s who I am. They are dark and cozy and nurse my despair,

I have come to look for corners. You should look too and find me there,

‘tis been a many long night, a prickly road, a starless sky, a bumpy ride,

I have come to belong to my corners, they welcome me home, I don’t like the wide open  I don’t have the tools,

I am a maze of corners, You will find them everywhere. Things used to grow here, now there’s only the bare,

I brew potions in the corners. Don’t be fooled, you won’t be spared, the things that lurk inside me will swallow you without a care,

Good and gold you are, whole and supple, luscious and plentiful, warm and vigorous, loving and loved

I want to give you more than corners, but I’m afraid they’re all I have. I was an open field once too,

Let’s not talk about it, it makes me sad

Forever.Land

I think of childhood as a time of forevers ad infinitum,

Everything's immortal, large, neverending 

Everything's draped in pretend capes woven with irreverent confidence, 

Everything's embellished with memories of excitement and euphoria of discovery, 

Not anymore, not now, no, I am no longer a child, 

Now, saddled with the weight of many a long-winding-dead-ended choices, 

Now, living with the selective amnesia and 'why's I don't have answers to, 

Now, without warm and fuzzy dreams of forevers and ever afters and ecstatic never-endings, 

I don't know, you know? 

So, I write these words, 

I want to remember, 

How this felt, 

Face up, bodies entwined, floating serenely in the ocean of my love, 

Lazy-eyed, satiatedly gazing upon the infinite twilit sky of your love, 

Whatever else happens, whatever we may become, whatever path we choose, 

I want to remember, 

How in this moment, we ARE love...