There are 4 directions, 4 sacred elements, 4 seasons, and 4 full years that I’ve been passionately in love with you. In numerology, the #4 offers strength and stability, which we have in spades. In fact, if you count both our husbands, the 4 of us make a solid nucleus of an expanding “poly-cule” of lovers. Read the rest →
People who think marriage is about sexual fidelity, often ask: if you are not going to be exclusive, then why bother getting married? As if having more than one lover automatically rules out having a life partner to grow old with!? Read the rest →
Like Puzzle Pieces
like sugar in water, around us.
Salty tears and the smell of blood
have no meaning, except that
which we give them.
And I give them a lot,
–I’m generous, that way.
I cry every day,
and bleed every month,
when my womb melts
from the inside outas a regular reminderthat we create life–It’s just how we’re built.Being by your bodygives my womb permission.Somehow the frequencyof your womanhood resonateslike a tuning fork, in my arms,when you’re there,just breathing.Your hands against my skinmake a certain sound,nobody else can hear–like the taste in my mouthwhen you look at me,or elsewhere.So, I write lyrics to songsthat will never be sungand dance with myselfwhen you are not here.The ache in my jointshints at our years togetherand screams:“I want to grow old with you.”Woman, I want to peel offthe veils that cloak realityso we can see the contrastbetween now and eternity.I’m done playing hide and seekwith love, the truth, and god.You have tagged me inand together we’re teamed,like a double negativethat makes everything
positive.When I cry, or bleed, now,You may–or may not–join me,but I am not alone.We are reconciling opposites.Like puzzle pieces, that don’tactually fit, but leave a holein the picture, so we canremember it’s an illusion. Read the rest →
Even though we aren’t naked, my girlfriend Roxanne and I have been suspended from Facebook, multiple times, for posting these pictures. So, I should probably warn you that these photos are considered rude, lewd and socially unacceptable (much like our love).This pristine poetry, however, springs from my immaculate heart. Read the rest →