Joseph Gordon-Levitt photographed by Kai Z Feng for Out Magazine (2013)
we used poetry as conversation;
there is still reason in our rhyme.
I hear you
in the cadence of all things;
your inflection is my infection.
whatever you put
in your tea I hope I can
always be the tea
We should have gathered the harvest by now,
your calves recovering from the wheat-borne tresses
of our wholesome bounty.
But you wear your tights in September
and your scarless legs
tell no stories
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved.
They’d give you a medal for the things you endured;
you deserved that,
you didn’t deserve this.
Jeff Goldblum - Jeff Vespa, 2008