germination

we buried the others’ words
within our souls.
and like seeds they sprouted
saplings of who we would become.

what’s in a dream

we met in my dreams the other night
long after the last time we spoke.
you were a young girl, and
it was years before we were to meet.

it was strange, but i got to tell you
everything that you deserved to know.
how despite the feelings
i had for you died with a whimper,
i don’t regret a moment of what i felt.

and that you set a high bar
for everyone who came after.

Promises

to the woman who taught me unconditional love,
despite our best intentions –
there was a moment.

before i gave myself up to you,

when i released the mortal chains

which held me to myself.
relinquished sense

and sensibility
stripped myself bare and bared these teeth…
…bungee jumping seems an a propos metaphor

for the tumble i knew awaited me.
i

made a vow..

before it was ever to you, it was to myself
that this was something i would see to the end

whether i was the ship

or the iceberg
i would sink

or swim

come what may.
and so what can i do?

a vow is a vow.