~For Joey, April 2019
Oh, that sparkle of mischief
and laughter and child
that jumped out of your eyes
and decked me,
knocking the breath from me
as I sat across the room!
Boy that I loved
with deep heat longing,
held close to my breast, a child-man
I could not help heal save reach trust.
and you were the most beautiful boy
on earth to me —
your eyes your lips your face your hair
your hands your chest your belly your legs
your fight your laughter your demons your smile
running through my heart – life – soul.
“I ruined you,”
you used to say.
you were the match I used for flame.
To love beyond all aspects of self
brings the burning of purification.
You were always becoming poems
in the Seeing Eyes of a Poet.
“I ruined you.”
You were my chosen suicide.