Chairs sit stacked silently awaiting return

a shop sells spirits and flowers
for Valentine's and Ballantine's
it's owner's face quite happily shines

I relate, Rover.

My battery too, is low.

And it is getting dark

But it will be

Okay

...soon

A secret
passed

given in
confidence
of heart

from you
to me.

confided
in trust,

held with
a mother's
care.

the guard
has been
set.

boundaries
defined.

seasons
to follow
to be

tended
with grace.

souls to
be harvested
not wasted
to seed.

a child to
dance

by songs

of you..

and under
every  
moon"s ripe
bellied
womb.

from
here to
eternity's
gate.

each day

a Lovers
prayer
I will
send

to you.

A deep
drink of you

and I
tilt back my head.

and drive till the
first light of morning breaks
this evenings
back.

I roll
down
my windows.

tear off
the rear
view
mirror.

nothing
in my past
that I ever
want
to see
face
to face

again.

let all
of your
adolescent
lovers
crawl back
and hide
under
your gypsy
covered bed,

like
puppets
dangling
from your
strings
of desire.

you will
not be
needing
them
again.

the broad
streets
and the
back
alleys
of your
hometown
lie
in wait
for your
feet
to kiss
them
awake.

time
to find
your
moment

and cast
aside
all of
your broken
******* jack
dreams,

that
were
never pretend
dreams
from somebody else's
dreams to begin
with.

come take
my hand,

slam your
front door.

let's dance

and love

again.

and pray
for love
at heaven's
gate...


no strings
attached.