I Can Be

I can be
the syllables
that
define your
simplest
poetry,
or
the crooked lines
that
draw up the
notes,
dimensions,
and
chromosomes
that
toughen
up
your realness.
I can
also
be
the crawly
things
that
make you
sweat
without
stopping
for a
second look,
or
perhaps
I can
be
a life
for you, with
only your
smile
pressed
into the crevices
of
my heart.
See,
what
I can be
are
all the things
that
I
get to see
in
the
depth
of
your
eyes,
the poetry
on
your skin,
and
the
reflection
of
our life
in
such beautiful
Technicolor.

I can be
because
you
are.

M.C. Davis

At Last

In love
and
war,
we get to
decide
how this love
gets
thrown
around,
and in
between a muddy
season
and
a drought,
we
are
just finding out
how
this life
really
feels
without
all the
rules
and protests.

In love
and
war,
this dream
just
keeps on
dreaming,
but
let’s not
wake up too
soon,
or else
we’ll be
too late
for
the party
that
just started.

What this
poet
means
to say
is
that
in
love and
war,
we get to
decide
how
this love
gets thrown
around,
and
this smile
just
won’t
go
away
with you
just
standing
there.

M.C. Davis

You Don’t Have To Worry

See,
you don’t have
to
worry
since I’m
into
that
all
knight
and shining
armor stuff,
like Authur
used
to
do after
a rain
storm.
I’m here,
willing,
and
ready
to
drop this
coat over a
million
puddles,
to
let you walk
with
you
swag and ease.
As
you do.
All jazz
in between those
thighs.
Full
of all
the chromatic
notes
that only
we get
to hear.
See,
you don’t
have
to worry
since
I’m
the only who
gets
to
pave your
way,
and
even when
we’re
down
to the wire,
we’re
in
a
smooth layer
of
the clouds,
and the
only
dry spot
on
this planet is
the
spot
we’ve carved out
in
between
these
sheets.

M.C. Davis

There You Were

There you were,
just
gazing and shit,
making this
life
up as
you went
along,
and
I was
fortunate
to
end
up in your view
all
bushy-eyed,
and ready.
Life
tangled us
up,
forcing
our oxygen levels
to
merge like
dominant
mountains
that lean
too
far
into each other
on
not so windy
days.

There you were,
just
facing in the
right shade
of
the sun,
and I was
there
with
all of my glamor
and
frills,
just waiting
for
your stage
appearance.

See,
there you
were
inside of my soul,
and
I
got to be
very
quiet for once,
if
only to hear your
poetry
slowly falling
into
place.

M.C. Davis

Like New

And
then,
you appeared
to me,
like
new and
without
the
loose
scales that tend
to
get
into the
way
of progress
and
patrol.
In
this moment,
we
have given
new
meaning
to
a
start that
has
finished before
its
time,
and the newness
of
our finish
is
the true
measure
of
our
love.

M.C. Davis

Love Jones

Every
now and then,
I get a
love jones
for your smell,
chemistry
broken down
to
the bits,
and
a saunter
into
all of the
in betweens
of
what we need
to
do to loosen
up
these
clothes.
I get
a
love jones
to
figure out
which button
to
start with first,
or
which lip
I need
to focus on
later.
If we’re
ready,
I’ll
even get a
love jones
to
piecemeal
our history
together,
only
to
repeat
those parts
that
blend
with our nowness
and
foreverness.
See,
what this
poet
means is
that
we didn’t just
appear
to
give
and receive love,
but
we
are the
very
thing
called love
through
and through.

M.C. Davis

On Being Grateful

The simple
things,
giving way
to our shared
fate,
are often the
most
grateful
moments
forgotten
by disappearing
days
that we grasp
for
in thin air.
Days
which dangle
loosely
in between
the New Mexican
sky and a shimmering
sunset,
we
have forgotten
how
to
close
our eyes
when we
kiss.
Our days
are
grateful,
since
they affect us
to
move
without thinking,
and
in
a sense,
they dictate
our moods
like
the moon does
when
she’s
in her right
frequency.
See,
let’s see
this gratefulness
for
what it is,
and
forgive
the love
that
went
missing
the day you
walked
out
of our door.

M.C. Davis