Show up

Showing up to one's life is to groom at a never ending wedding,
watching life approach, her long past dragging like a bride's train.
Every day I fear the depth of her fullness, just as men do.
Just as I imagine men do.
How lonely I am
when I listen to myself.


I did not kiss a woman. 
I kissed her discarded man,
and it was like crinkling the wrapping of her.
Or she Hook
and he the Smee of her.
Or the handler of her.
The lion tamer. 
And through the tamer
the audience can be with the lion. 

C'mere

Like a backwards cat

I tail you for balance. 

Watch-a me coming. O hi,

I’m your horizon. 

Ride into me. 

Let me relieve you

of the collapsed star of your year.

I’m warm and I want to be dusty, buster.

Bring up yourself.

Show up. Toes to the mound.

Come to the mound of me. 

Receive my mountains.

Claim to be one of me.

Belong in it. Believe me you. 

Be hushed of me and you.

Write scripture for us to follow.

It’s love and you are unhallow.

You are on holiday in me.

Go all the way with me,

relax your glamour. 

Glean me for sustenance.

Make marks. Leave parts of you.

Lick back fear. Retrieve me.

Retreat? Come on. As likely.

No way. You’re a treat, you’re a retreat.

You retreat and you know what,

you re-treat me,

baby.