The Candle and the Star
I am just a tiny flickering candle
Beside you, you raging glowing star
And my love is the small soft glow
That never goes away
And exists just for you
While your love burns in your fire
That beams out in the sky
To be shared
By all in your orbit.
Sometimes I wish you were just
A tiny flickering candle
On a table
In a room
Otherwise dark
With the moon
That peeks in wanly
Already bored
From the adventures
Of her sky.
Something Between Us
Beyond our bodies and the militant anger of the earth,
Beyond ephemera.
Beyond action or inaction,
Sex or circumstances -
There is something about us, you and me,
That stretches beyond the landscape.
Beyond acrimony, repercussion,
Success or failure –
We are just us.
Every time the fabric tears
We stitch it back
And it has grown threadbare, easily torn again,
More and more frayed;
But it will always hold.
It must always hold.
Those minutes lost inside
And kissing atop the mania of Penn Station
Should tell us
That there is something between us
Forever unruined.
We cannot uncreate this.
We are broken but we will never break it.
We are suffering but we will always crave it.
We are lost
But
We will never lose it.
There is something intangible between us.
We are the moon and the tide
And the stuff that makes poets pretend
That heaven is real
And the world is malleable.
God bless our love.
God bless our love.
I will see you again, my love.
When I do, we will kiss
And then that
Will be
That.
Again
And always.
Something between us
And nothing
Can separate us.
John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals in the last dozen years. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.
I am just a tiny flickering candle
Beside you, you raging glowing star
And my love is the small soft glow
That never goes away
And exists just for you
While your love burns in your fire
That beams out in the sky
To be shared
By all in your orbit.
Sometimes I wish you were just
A tiny flickering candle
On a table
In a room
Otherwise dark
With the moon
That peeks in wanly
Already bored
From the adventures
Of her sky.
Something Between Us
Beyond our bodies and the militant anger of the earth,
Beyond ephemera.
Beyond action or inaction,
Sex or circumstances -
There is something about us, you and me,
That stretches beyond the landscape.
Beyond acrimony, repercussion,
Success or failure –
We are just us.
Every time the fabric tears
We stitch it back
And it has grown threadbare, easily torn again,
More and more frayed;
But it will always hold.
It must always hold.
Those minutes lost inside
And kissing atop the mania of Penn Station
Should tell us
That there is something between us
Forever unruined.
We cannot uncreate this.
We are broken but we will never break it.
We are suffering but we will always crave it.
We are lost
But
We will never lose it.
There is something intangible between us.
We are the moon and the tide
And the stuff that makes poets pretend
That heaven is real
And the world is malleable.
God bless our love.
God bless our love.
I will see you again, my love.
When I do, we will kiss
And then that
Will be
That.
Again
And always.
Something between us
And nothing
Can separate us.
John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals in the last dozen years. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.
