I want
to redefine
the word
Lover.
I don't want
this word
to be exclusive.
To be reserved
for the person
I share
sacred
sexual union with.
Sex isn’t the union
My soul is starving for.
I want
this word
to include
all of you.
My friends,
are my lovers!
With them
I explore
the depths of
my mind,
my heart,
my wounds,
my soul.
My friends are my family,
My family are my friends.
Together we laugh,
Sup,
Dance,
Cry,
And Sing.
My Students
My Teachers
My Healers
My Wounders
are all my lovers!
With them
I explore
the depths of
my capacity,
my compassion,
my resilience,
my brilliance,
my service,
my lack,
my need,
my insecurities,
my fears,
my weakness,
my strengths,
My triumphs,
My game.
The strangers
on the street
are my lovers!
With them,
I meet the faces of me I cannot see,
I meet the me you see,
I see myself in thee.
In the eyes of their suffering
I see my own smaller pain.
In the cracks in their hands,
and the dirt under their nails,
I see my experience,
my privilege,
my blame.
In their pieced together homes
made of cardboard
tarp
and earth,
I see my bounty,
I see my shame.
In the crafts they’ve arted
From the trash we discarded
I see my own
Blocked creation.
In the smile the give me so freely
I find my own humility
I find my own transparency.
I find the truth behind my name.
So my dream is
we all become great lovers,
we all become great humans,
Being humans,
and when we see
in one another,
some blame,
we are don’t separate,
but instead we see
how we are the same.