My Quilt (A Patchwork of Living)

It’s not over
this illness
still threads
within.

And
It’s not just
mine
It’s woven through
The lives of all.

Find me a meadow
With flowers
Butterflies
And you
My muse
I’ll happily
Pass through
To…
Your joy!

Some day
The tendrils on my quill
Will stop
Quivering

But
My muse
Should know
I
Love her.

And her
Visceral overload.

I need
More patches
On my
Quilt
The tapestry
Of my life
Continues to
Expand.

I long
To hear
Some Jazz
From
Your
Soul.

Direct to
Mine.

Dance with me—
Once for joy,
Twice for hope,
Forever for love.

When I’m with you…
My muse
I must keep all
I feel
Outside.

No diamond
Perfect enough
No wishful card
Says enough
The roses I gift
Their fragrance
Not sweet enough.

But,
My knee
On the floor
My bow
To your beauty.
My heart
Given totally
To you.

My total devotion
My hope
For the future.

I’m desperate,
My smile—
My Love—
Is it
Enough?

Marry me,
please

My exuberance for metaphor
Is a longing—
For expression,
A response
From your soul.

You are
My tunnel
to a
Towering clarity
Of thought and desire.

I hope
My muse has
A moment
Of clarity
And realizes
How much
She means
Not just to me—
Well,
Especially me
But to
The worlds
Inimitable
Souls.

After brushing
With heaven
Where will
That experience
Lead
Me?
I can only ponder…
And try.

My Quilt
Should be
Crafted
By
A friend
A lover
A muse

And maybe, one day,
Burned—
In a refuse pile
of
Memories
Too heavy to bear.

Suffering
Ecstasy
Both
Live in
The same
Moment
My hall
Of mirrors
My calmness
My love
Exists
In thinking
About
You.

I’m drunk
On knowledge
On ignorance
On my infatuation
With life, with my Muse—
Her Influence
Laced through.

“Life’s short
Have dessert
First.”

Do I know
where my
Muse sleeps?

Of course, I do—

that repose
she gifts

keeps me
out of the
auction
of life

My memory
of her
at this moment
still
lights a
fire
within

As my Muse would say:

Goodness will win
my will— will suffice
my breath still exists.
I will love you again.

You—

another patch
my quilt
of life
so desperately
needs.

My fantasy
of hell
and heaven
lived.