The Gift

Never apologize
for passion's face
annointed. Validation
is a gift that quells
the questions in your eyes.

When I am sketched down jaw
or limb, there's living art.

There is no sin
in singing sighs wet
with breathless strength
like gull cries over cracks
of ocean gray with splashing
and their restless skies.

Love glues days. We never know
when waves will churn us gasping
at the shores of frailty.

Now is right. This sinless purity
falls complacent over human night.