My name is Casey

Like Most Revelations

It is the movement that incites the form,
discovered as a downward rapture--yes,
it is the movement that delights the form,
sustained by its own velocity.And yet

it is the movement that delays the form
while darkness slows and encumbers; in fact
it is the movement that betrays the form,
baffled in such toils of ease, until

it is the movement that deceives the form,
beguiling our attention--we supposed
it is the movement that achieves the form.
Were we mistaken? What does it matter if

it is the movement that negates the form?
Even though we give (give up) ourselves
to this mortal process of continuing,
it is the movement that creates the form.

Richard Howard


You turn to me with frozen lips
Your hands are icy cold
Your eyes burn bright against the frostbit sky
You never seemed more lovely than you do tonight
Pale on the horizon,
Like leaves frozen on the snow
Our two shadows merge inseperably
And time stands still as its pierced with cold

The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you

There's a warmth in my heart
That haunts me when you're gone
Mend me to your side,
Never let go
So time knows nothing
We'll never grow cold
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you
Twilight descends on our silhouette
How soon spring comes
How soon spring forgets
I wanna hold time, say it'll never begin
Old man winter, be our friend
Old man winter, be our friend
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
What's simple is true
I love you
I love you

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Tuesday, February 15, 2005

 

Andrew... I feel I owe you something. I have a stack of papers sitting complacently on my desk, pages of stationary and sentiment and paper and poetry-- full of words I have to offer to you, that never seem to quite represent what I beg them to. I have a letter to you, 7 pages on white lined paper with gray ink, explaining what it is to hear you breathe. I have poetry that tries to explain every moment of our relationship, everything I've ever remembered about him, about me, about us, about the places we were in, the people that saw us, the people that know us, the things that happen to us, everything. I have all of this in an attempt to explain what I know I cannot.

I asked Dr. Miller what he thought one should do when words simply are not enough. He told me not to speak, and smiled to me with the knowing smile of a man who has loved before.

Andrew, i want to lay breathlessly with you, almost too hot underneath of the blankets, my mouth agape with wonderment, my cheek pressed to yours, my arms wrapped tight around you, my body entwined in yours, my heart pounding... I want to lie with you and sense everything about your body and be absolutely silent in reverence and happiness and love.

I want that, and I want it every day for the rest of my life.

I love you-- Valentine's day was yesterday, but I will love you every moment of every day, regardless of any saint or religion or reality. I will be yours, and worship you for keeping me.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine.

I love you |6:02 PM