Daisies Opening on a June Morning in New Hampshire

They are opening today
just like they do every June
bringing adoring breath to my open heart.
White petals unfold
insisting on love
with the absolute truth
that only a flower on a long stem
smiling at the sun can do.

Love, I want you.
I want your belly pressed to mine,
your forehead firmly against mine
so I might see your eyes,
look to the center of you,
so that there is no need to ask you for more light
or to open yourself wider to allow me to plunge deeper
into these waters we’ve come to explore.

I promise to take nothing
but what has been mine before.
I offer you these daisies today,
one perpetual petal at a time,
as an offering
of no expectation
but beauty
and the kindness of your heart
that can’t help but love
in the absolute terms
of this exact moment
in this exact life
in the spaces and lines
between the white petals
of a June flower.

Reality looks just like this radiance.

Gliding Past Midnight

It seems so long
since I’ve seen you up close
winged friend,
round curves guiding this body to rest,
the peacefulness of the circle,
the female whispering lullabies into the darkness.

Tonight you came with a rapture’s talon lunging at my throat,
my voice cutting the blackness in a single glancing blow
before carrying the silence
toward morning into the west.

I long for this kind of decisiveness--
to leave the nest at dusk,
fly over the shadow of trees
without the fear that clips my wings,
tethering me to this sleeping hunger
who dozes as his prize,
his fading treasure, is swallowed
by this hungry hound
at the heels of soiled boots.

Come again tonight and I will be awake
waiting to hear you glide,
cutting through this ignorance,
my beautiful red cloak open at the breast,
exposed to the healing coolness
of midnight air.

Enter me here in this place
and the magic
can’t help but dance
with joy.