Happy Birthday, Adam

Shy Fox

My lover is a semi-precious gemstone.
My lover, call him diamond in the rough.
Smooth on the outside, but inside,
Under the light,
He is scratched and scarred.
Little pieces here and there
Chipped away by time
Hands and hands turning him
Over the years, burning him.
My lover is the rare jewel
That sparkles in the right light,
And little chips and scratches
Make it all the more precious.
And when held in the right hands
Shines with a brightness
That makes the world shine back.




Of Lost Dreams and Fairy Tales

I am mortal, but only a dream
Gray wisp of air, a fairy ring
Carved on the doorway of a trod
Forgotten, like the changeling
Or the antediluvian Chinese fox.

You are mortal, but only a dream
Gray pulse of vapor, a willow tree
Standing never again in sorrow,
Because you said you've found me.

We are not always human, but we are eyes
And hands, and mouths, and we touch
Honeyed kisses here and there,
With limb and tongue, like
Kittens nursing
Or playing together

But closer, like the closeness
Of falling stars, or clouds
Passing over a full moon
I hope you see through my eyes.