it may be said that to fill a basket with
just one persons eggs would be foolish
but i find foolishness in pretending.
you are my happiness
boundless and otherworldly
unattached from this soil of endings
you continue holding my hand
to mornings
of heavy winds that can only hold me up
when my feet tend to sink
on nights when the sky is darker than any hour
you bring the light of dawn to my doorsteps
and sit quietly with me
pulling my every silent desire into your wanting hands
and forming day out of every single one
you are my happiness
that couldn’t crawl its way into existence
before I learned to sink into your palms
and let you lay into my open crevices
that only ever held your name
you are every meaning of elation
and interpretation of lasting bliss.
to call on your name
and believe in your step
is my most intricate pleasure.
you hand me the fullest moons of satisfaction
and relieve my infinite paths of craving
you have left my every pocket full
of your purest intention and reliable truth
you are simply the reversal of any heavy grey sky
and insurmountable mess
you are my happiness and
happiness will always be you.
no pretending to do
Sky Lucas, USA
The Social Poet 