For those in the inner circle---this one's for you!
Pick
a side, it’s easy---not listening,
Yet
we have a pact; unspoken,
It
comes easy to us,
But
really, it takes, consistence,
Two
connecting.
Zeal,
misplaced convictions; Oh youth!
Lust,
loin and heart, puffed up
Self,
arrogant, so many excuses,
It
comes easy to us,
To
keep talking.
Through
lovers, long days; the weight of living,
Writing,
calling, crying; we stay in-touch,
Sharing
hearts, sharing hurts, comes easy,
What
kind of Providence
Keeps
us at it.
She
wounds; a legion of cuts,
The
ache made bearable,
With
dark rich laughter,
Forged
long, slow burn,
Tears
mingle.
Not
what you say---it’s listening,
Guffaws
guaranteed,
Mystery;
electricity and stars in orbit,
Deeper
than Hubble can see,
We
keep spinning together.
