what it means when life is so busy that it feels like the only time you "see" each other is via the internet.
she looks at me through a screen
beauty's face in a box
framed secrets behind
hypnotizing eyes
pulling me in
like some blue universe
in the infinite sky
urging me to climb
the stairway to heaven
marked steps in reasons
beyond my control
following the star
claiming to be a wise man
but a servant all the same
to the sight of her glory.
retrograde heart
riding a comet
a stardust trail
writing across the sky
to her with love
reaching into what can't be seen
feeling what can be seen
all over me
a scent perforating
every pore
freeing feet from gravity.
as i ascend into glory
nothing matters
nothing holds me down
for in streams
flowing in the artificial
light of night or day
Martin Powers wanted an ironing board for Christmas. Instead, he got . . . Matthew Kieler, a non-returnable gift, but a gift that kept on giving. A powerful tale of survival, compassion and unapologetic love in the time of AIDS.
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