Ten Carnations

There are times, when I feel unabashed joy,

I think of those who I love and care for.

I like these feelings as it feels like truth.

Like home.

Today, walking home from the gardens,

I begin crafting a poem.

I suddenly think,

“UltimateIy, this fighting has to stop”

I like this truth.

The presence that comes with joy.

There was Carnation Day at St. Mary’s High School.

You could advance order a carnation for your sweetie.

Have it delivered during C period.

Even then, I wouldn’t do just one.

At minimum it was 10.

Every girl I had feelings for were fair game.

Even Suzy Chapman, the first girl who broke my heart.

Then, too, I thought it absurd

To limit one’s love to just one.

Knowing this, naked I would stand in front of you.

And find ways to express the many degrees of my love.

It doesn’t matter whether you are a woman or a man.

I ask for nothing in return

Because, already, I am satisfied.

I would cry in front of you,

Hold you in my arms when you are in your sorrow,

Rub the back of my hand against your cheek.

I don’t care what you’d give me in return.

Because, thoroughly, I am satisfied.

I would tell you how much you matter to me.

Smile at you, knowing my eyes are sparkling,

Just because I am standing in your presence.

Do nothing.

Just be.

Or walk away.

Because, lovingly, I am satisfied.

I find joy in knowing that,

Because you are,

I am.

That we are all living lives of elegance and grace.

That love doubles down on itself eternally

And, knowing this…

I am satisfied.