Tuesday, May 4, 2021

lovewords  // 40 haikus

for Christopher.

may 2013

 

Ø To Christopher
> Some lovewords. To celebrate.
> Forty turns round the sun.

Ø > Golden hour. My books. D&D

 

one.

happy birthday love
two score. good, round, lithesome age
some tart. plenty sweet.

 

two.

sunset. drive to dave's.
fire. beer. talk under the stars
sleep under the table

three.

unfettered childland
hillsadventuresbackyardpool
best friend, a stone's toss

four.

black teeshirt. black hat.
grimy with dust, sweat, dirt, work
sexy. yes.


five.

we build nests wherev’
we are. comfy, colors, rich
delicious. feasts. us.

six.

I think we have left
a whole colony of notes
small whiteblack lovebirds


seven.

our love for this land

runs deep, marrow pulses bone

furrow in spring soil.

 

 

eight.

we are separate
yet so very intertwined
which song yours, which mine

nine.

grief spilleth over

but we thrive, barnacles

on a gilded ship


ten.

eves spent cooking
pots sizzling, veggies herbs cut
broth. brew. roast. stew. bread.

eleven.

unsurprisingly,

you are a magnificent

papa. a golden mean.



twelve.

very how can a sister
be so sweet? finest of fine
our Lizzie delight

thirteen.

summer camp for tough
kids. I wouldn't last a day.
you love it and thrive.

fourteen.

seen: two swarms of bees
one on the camino, one
far, one near. beehouse

fifteen.

busy boy busy
golden locks and imp smile. all
throw and love and climb.

sixteen.

tents: under the aspens
big trees, rain, the sea, moonfields
roads wide and narrow.

 

Seventeen.

we loved being on
the border of sun and fog
all green. sweet strange light.

eighteen.

we have a girl whose
mind is as big as her heart
as her rippling laugh

nineteen.

drum drum laughing boy
sparkle eyes, run running run
sweet smart updown boy

twenty.

two fab OK folk
after peregrinations
arrive home, saint fe

 

twentyone.

all those years - friends, pints,
puppets, songs, weed, class, nights, hack -
stories best of all

twentytwo.

you climb through window
or maybe a door, late night
my charming, daring prince

twentythree.

we built a kingdom
of arms incorporated
us. iterations.

twentyfour.

hundreds times thousands.
you have held me as I cried
rivers. torrents. still.

twentyfive.

holding our child
together those first nights, a
deep deep magic. peace.

twentysix.

your mind is shining
sharp, a bright curiosity.
inspires and lifts.

twentyseven.

I miss you of course
lots. and so proud of your
work. practical dreams.

twentyeight.

pages and pages
(is Gandalf reading the times?)
close my eyes, they sing


twentynine.

friends at our table.
dishes and plates and laughter
music. plenty delight.

thirty.

a bed boat for two
then three. now four. good comfort
good rest. good great love

thirtyone.

weaving parts of our
life walking. coast and mountain
way and camino.

thirtytwo.

am sorry for sharp
retorts, snips and snaps. know they're
my shit. your constant love.

thirtythree.

you're so damn funny
it's my bread and water and wine
glue that holds the world

thirtyfour.

epilepsy! our
kids are shouting. an odd
apt chorus. oh well.

thirtyfive.

palacehouse. yandaland.
adored adobe abode
funk and fab. our place.

thirtysix.

good. benchlaundrytoad
anklespuffinwarmerspants
beckystravel. stuff

thirtyseven.

saint fe. golden gate.
nuevo york. europawalks
america sul. home.

 

thirtyeight.

first nyc flat
perfect for ballroom and nest
taiwan squash out back

 

thirtynine.

my sweetlad. your breath

against my neck, our hands, back

I hold you sleeping

 

forty.

we are. rock. earth. sky.
foundation. fundamental.
your sage. my robin.

one to grow on.

what a lot of love
what a lot of love. what a
lot of love…….hooray!

 

 

maybes:

you could have set up
house there, stunning rhythms
pulse. factory shows

 

hundreds, thousands, hours
of calls, across oceans land
heartbeats, kicks, all us

 

I thought for years you
were the buddha. know you, full
of dark. still. so wise.

 

If you asked me and

They did, I’d say no. I was

Wonderfully wrong.

 

grief, so deep, acute
missing. too much at times, how
much deeper, all love

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