the string

the string around my little finger
reminds me that it is possible to fix me
reminds me that i should not try to fix you

i tie it every night before i go to sleep
every morning, it is gone

i can’t find a trace of you
except in the pinkish, purplish
imprint where the string should be

glb /// “the string”

i can’t paint

i can’t paint,
but the colors
that come to mind
when i think of you…

are bold and bright,
don’t run from anything,
don’t blanch for anyone,
soar on your standard,
representing your soul,
full of love,
full of life,
full of dreams fulfilled

by sparks of laughter and joy
on an ocean of brilliant stars

bringing happiness to my heart
every time i unveil you
on a canvas
painted with my words

glb /// “i can’t paint”
originally published 11/03/2018

whisper

here we are
laying together
ear to ear
eye to eye
nose to nose
mouth to mouth
whispering things
to each other
because anything more
is unnecessary
kiss me here
touch me there
go faster
slow down
i love you
nothing louder
than a contented sigh

glb /// “whisper”
originally published 03/20/2016

untitled 1111

there can never come a time
when you are too much for me
there will never be a day
that will mean more to me
than the time i have spent with you
there has never been a place
as soft, and gentle and precious
as the one i have for you
in my heart
there is nothing as sweet and delicious
as the taste of you on my lips
there is no other place i’d rather be
than caught locked in your stare
with the look of forever
in your eyes
there is nothing more perfect
than holding you in my arms
while the sun dips quietly into the sea

glb /// “untitled 1111”
originally published 08/08/2016

lightning

lightning peels back
my already shattered sky
i am still jolted
not ready for the crack
although i see it break
i tried to embrace it
become one with it
if it would not become
one with me

out in the middle
of a field turning
around and around
making myself the
tallest thing for miles
making myself as
much of a target
as i can hope to be

i anticipate the blast
i am braced for the shock
of heartache, of melancholy,
of grief at your inability to
love me enough that i
must go diving into
driving thunderheads
just to find what i imagine
what my own life is
supposed to feel like

glb /// “lightning”
originally published 12/13/2015