Last night's moon had me up
well into the night

I saw her rise over the Atlantic
from a posh Miami Beach Condo

And she cast a silver road
to the edge of the earth
and bade me to swim
in the ocean of my shadows

I'm here at the edge of the tip
in sunny FLA
visiting my ex-inlaws
with my ex-wife
and my children

In my world you don't divorce family
you simply change the relations around

we stayed up late
Big Jon (grandad to the cresh), Grace, and myself

joking about who's playing grab ass with who
why love hurts
and heals
keepers
leavers
lovers
hand grabbers
lock down wives
total ho's
strippers
pimpers
husbands
brothers
fluffers
bossmen
queens of industry
and more

This family has been through alot
and we're bound to go through more

My ex wife and I play games of phone love
texts of the fingers and calls of the heart
with our lovers in Portland

I feel supportive of her endevors
and she is supportive of mine
we like to call it an open divorce
totally seperated physically
but accepting like a brother or sister
who may have had to share a room for too long

My lady Melysa lives a spot of my life in Portland
staying in my house
hanging out with my best friend
sleeping in my bed
and drinking at my bar
all without me

In the silvery shimmer
of tidal reflections
of light swells lapping at the shore
three thousand miles between us
I knew I really cared
and it occured to me
that the price of love
is the exposing of achilles heal

The moon and I went deep
long after every one else went to bed
reflecting on Love and my relations
the life that I've lived and the things I have done

Love in my twenties
has been a mixed bag of sensation
ranging from romantic intoxication
to raging jelous insanity
with calm waters of floating
and adventures down fast flowing rivers of wonder
with bumps against the rocks of convention
and ship wrecks on the shores
of Oceans of possibility

But as I approach Thirty
a mear six days away
I look over all that I have learned
as a mariner upon the waters of love
and I accept the map and the compass
and take note of the secret charts
I earned the rite to copy
from my conversation with remarkable men
and women
who had sailed the seas before me
and taken note of the current's way

I am excited for love in my thirties
and the holding of my lady in my arms
for she is on her way to meet me in Miami
and we're jumping off the main land
into the Sea of Carribean
for an adventure of kids, each other, and a time flip
the sharing of one another's hand
as our feet leave tracks of laughter
in the white Carribean sand