you are

you are in my periphery
you are my focus
you are always where i look
you are inside my eye lid
… wrapped around my optic nerve
you are everywhere, evident in everything
you are just below the horizon, and when you rise
… sparks scream across the morning sky
you are the perfect ending to the perfect love story
you are the dark spaces between the stars
you are also the stars
you are sriracha on my tongue
you quench my thirst like the coldest water
you make my mouth burn, with that over the shoulder glance
you are insomnia with the best best dreams
you are original
you are my heart
you are a steady beat
you are the dirtiest guitar solo
you are the gulp of air going off the high dive
you are the plunge
you are slow motion at a break neck pace
you are temptation quenched
you are home
you are in our bed
you are in my arms
you take me to places i never imagined
you are answers to riddles
you are a Bon Jovi concert every night for the rest of my life
you are front row seats

you are
so i am

… glb

it is here

it is here, on this page
that I tell stories
about the man I used to be

it is here, on this page
where I put the words
about the woman
that takes my breath away

it is here, on this page
that I draw images
of booming sparks
and shooting stars

it is here, on this page
that I profess my love for you

it is here, on this page
that I have created a space
for us to gather our everythings
and show them all to the world

— GLB

Letters on the floor

The letters
The letters slid off the page
Piroetting and pinwheeling
Floating to the parquet

Glancing off my fingers
Ricocheting off my knee
They end up in a pile beneath my feet
Trampled and trashed and smeared

Sweeping up the phrases
Grabbing fist-fulls of adverbs and adjectives
Trying to rebuild the fragments
Re-form the stanzas
Plug the gaps left by words that have
Fluttered out of my imagination

Praying the underlying prose,
Tales of light and dark,
Escape the carnage,
That my lyric continues to
Communicate

— GLB