un ange passe

white light of an angel, sensual and
sweet, illuminates the moving kaleidoscope circling angel's
witness of chaos fall from a child's
cheek to hand in a place as
mundane as soup on a cool fall
day. as all good mothers do, the
angel answers the wide-eyed child's difficult
question with the honesty of the learned:
"Love is the crossing of souls. It
is not emotional, physical, intellectual, but a
meeting between three. It remains, or passes
on, as souls do. There is no
shame in honest love, shame not the
honest love." kaleidoscope blurs, as white light
almost blinding, dries the chaos on deepset
grey's out stretched pink finger printed tips.

Until you return.

In day I think of you.
In night I dream of you.
Be safe.
Do well by us.
Do well by yourself.
Drink....water.
Stop Drop and Roll.

Come home to the East Coast,
but not before you
extinguish that fire
that has kept you away
since high school.

Remember:
bread then butter.
tad's dance moves.
the first metro sexual we ever knew.
drinking toilet water - twice.
being held at gun point by a moving picture.

Your promise from my yearbook.

I love you, Jared.
Be safe.

what fills our glass

deepset grey whispers,
with hand to ear,
"Air."
saphire turns an eye
to the tabled glass,
one third water,
smiles in recognition,
and says,
"life sources
always fill
our glasses full".