saggy sweater

our laughs made a sweater
woven together these days
from 2 years till today
and its grown a bit too big
its got a bunch of colors
and its worn a little thin
but only in the elbows and
at the sleeves ends
from pointing out doves
and catching the hurt ones
and hugging and holding
from dancing for a smile
ive loved you more than a hot bath
and feel like butter on corn bread
when you put your arms around me
and we wear that big saggy sweater

(drink this - its a milkshake!)

this is yours

i havent quite figured it out, what it is about your face
that makes me think of trains at night and the light from across the bay
but i sit and listen but really just stare at the place beneath your nose
and just above your smile
the curve just around your nostrils leads down to your mouth
in a way that curls my hair and makes me sing outloud

i held your mothers knit today and brought it to your work
and left it by your bag and things while you ate and talked right by
thinking that we wouldnt speak i darted around the back
and considered sneaking my way out the door and found you in the dark

she smiled and laughed and we chatted over food and you glanced at me each time
as we nervous shifted back and forth and silenced our own quiethood
the hug was longer and a bit more warm and i could feel it being longer
but we left our grips to future days still we waved and rode towards home

heavens yes

you talk about god sometimes on our walks home
and i ask you every time in my head what do you mean
when i asked you outloud you told me it was from these meetings
that would gather people to talk

i remember it made me quiet and it made me think
your life seems harder than mine and maybe it is
but your hands are still soft and you try to make others smile
the books you read keep you thinking and there is warmth in your words

there wasnt much that we said tonight that didnt make me think
about this person i love so much and our time together each day
you've slept alongside another one much like i have too
and each sunday comes - it always feels like sunday

when we dont have those people and we have lived 5 more years
lets think of the moon in the eye of the man we both saw
up there in the sky the night we rhymed and hugged-
the same night we had said our quiet and shakey goodbye

saying no

ive never known the way to say no
but tonight i said it with my wrist to heart
we sat across and listened to the words
and glanced with knowing and youth
but he continued and we said silence
but broken i remarked of a violent honest sigh
and finally after time said no no

we walked walkings brisk up hill running
sip breaths quick giggles laugh
are you falling in love he asked
again we glanced and silenced his askings

eyes looking down back up and at eachothers hearts
after says of no's and silencing stares id like to share
your heart is like an ocean
like a dylan song all wise
we can speak in metaphors and laugh and i cherish your
askings and sighs

but others have blond hair and curly and long
with shudders and numbers on hands
id like to note our being alive with a loud sound
aloud down south youve come to meet
me and you side by side we sleep in seperate

spaces - grateful being close and friends
i know a love like yours is special currency
ill save it up and never spend a cent on anything
no never, just a saver and just a sayer