I found you

 God, my dear..is not hiding in  rules..my love..

Nor  is he in piety, ritual, penance, holy books and mores ..

He hides in plain sight…yes he does..my love..

The world tries to judge.. us as  angels and whores..

Right and wrong..jealousy and desire..love and lust

Truth and Lies,  ephemeral and permanence....

Says all is not real and all is illusion and dust...

In all these contradictions.. that make not mortal sense

I found my god, in my moments vulnerable, love..

When I chose to love ..with all abandon..vulnerable 

I found God.. I found you..my love..

In the humble acceptance of what I am only capable 

That I am both love and lust..an angel and a whore

I am human and flawed and not a moral parable ..

And yet in the very contradiction, I stress no more..

For it is he who made me so.. My god and his love..

That made us and the world so…

Do you really think this was going to last forever?

He asks me as if though it is a shoe with a limited warranty

On a whim he calls me mine ..declares he wants me ever

What he forgets in his questionable forever without guarantee

Is that what we exchanged were souls not soles..

Yes, souls last forever and in this mutual exchange..

He forgets that the surrendered one does not change

Nor can he who owned a surrendered soul

Can he a day go without a thought of his beloved one?

All this sham of rules cannot erase the loved one

If he stood five feet, ….three inches away 

Can he really really in truth …stay away?

yes. My master and our gods know it real

That I am his forever and truth .. pure and real

That asks for nothing but to be owned without question 

For there never really was ever a real question 

Only an answer.. that I am his 

I choose to be a dandelion this fall…

 The many springs.. she lived slipped by in ether..

The harsh springs gently taught the truant her…

Not to yearn ..for love…for life or for a single hour..

Instead, she keeps single flower hidden in the pages

Of her favorite book, dried in hope as it ages..

And, this fall, she picks a dandelion wild

A weed, to grow free, to love herself true and wild

She makes a wish to the dancing dandelion in the wind..

A flying wish  ..to carry ... her true desires in the wind

Yes, she has figured that all it takes..

To know it ain’t always give for all who take..

And that joy is just the rare moments you choose to make..

Yes, this fall, she chooses..happiness over a birthday cake 

Chooses happiness and joy…for happiness sake..