Ready

Ready for real

wooden joints and painted smile

permanent expression,

perpetual style in ad finitum,

and yes cannot mean no

ever.

Yet all shades appear black here

Ready to feel

your warmth, your cold,

your love, your protection

from the harms

of this world

and its grabbing arms

Ready to kneel

instead of strongly always stand

and crawl with my knees as 

equals to hands

and cry real salt tears into the sand and dirt

Ready to steal 

the lesson from the hurt;

the happiness from the 

burial

of all loves past

Ready for us to truly last.

What I've savored slowly 

I'm giving up fast

and free

I'm ready for you love.

Be ready for me. 

Believing

These moments before truth

or proof thereof

are full of questioning

and excited doubt?

belief?

What relief to find

what I think I found

but

if love leaves me

heaven bound

on the ground

you will catch me

believing

still

in rainbows and stars.

Alive

And in feeling him enter me

I was again alive.

Enlivened,

Bodily whole.

Aware of my aching;

of what was not there before-

my other half.

The laughter borders the tears,

the joy in this special pain.

And completely covered in what

later would be defined

as love.