“Halves Unwholed”

Young and dumb we grew unseen
born of mumbling stumbles shared,
from heights unknown we fell blind
caress-endeared and ceaseless-bound.

Flame untamed for tempered frost
endure we ever attuned,
other more trusted than the self
lay lion with lamb we do.

Chance-brushed in a sea so vast
now fate we know exists,
this love borne ’til time undone
when halves once whole again.

“Coffee After Eight”

At ten we met for coffee after eight
the teacher, her student and child,
lazy tone cracked by her fervent cries
a smile my sign of hoarded delight.

Wielder of conventionless flair
professor of practice and zeal,
still teaching the much I have to know
but now behind us those years.

Words danced from elder tongues
as sugar-soiled lamb indulged,
dealing in life, its loves and passions
pondering purpose, penchants unguised.

Teacher now seeking, student grounding
we set to make our leave,
through open door until time next
parting inspired, hoping was I.