He sang like a mousetrap-
But snapped like a beartrap
Heavy iron cutting,
Into a bite of truth

Never let your heart rust over-
Oxidation is defeat
Sometimes you need an anvil,
With heavy hammer
To temper your soul
Out of wrought iron

One hand gripped some yellow seeds-
The other, seeds stained red
One seed would grow up ****-
The other grows sweet instead

Each fruit would make a lovely juice
That bursts with intense flavor
Despite the ****, to spite the sweet-
Little treats we each would savor

Baked and burned and fricasseed
And placed in ornate wrappings-
Then placed upon a grocery shelf
In boxes of lavish trappings

Don't you see, my sweet-
Finding love is like eating candy?
You open wide and take a bite
To discover lemons **** or cherries dandy

Heart - may lead us down broken paths,
yet allows us to see the true beauty
within each other

soft and supple
together we laid
my head on your chest
soft heartbeat
quickens at my touch
my fingers trace
constellations
all in shapes of hearts
soft and supple
i could lay on you
as forever
floats away

those days you cannot breathe
and pain seems to flow with ease
are the days we push on through
though our act is never true
better to pretend to fly
instead of laying down to die

Both feet on the ground
Quiet plains-
     No rustled sound
Empty ballroom floor-
     The last patron walks out the door
Midnight in my car-
     Dreams of leaving, driving far
Both feet on the ground

An arm to grasp
We'll walk around
Staring at eternity;
At what transpired
Between you and me,
With our cadence off
Just skipping beats

Both feet on the ground

I'll hold myself
Like clouded glass
To you, I am opaque
Although I look quite stable
I'm bracing for
The coming quake

Every now and then
In river flood or flowing wind
It takes teeth to bite
And grip the side
Of emotional skyscraper
As you prepare to fall

I too have been with you
In our shows of tenacity
A breaking sorrow hits our beach
And with strength we both shall reach
Tearing fingernails
As they burrow in concrete

you stole my heart with music
playing in the background
while you danced around
flicking paint upon the canvas
as I sat and ate my breakfast
on a warm morning in July
your artwork always made me cry
a beauty I had never seen
while you worked in faded jeans

     then one day you were gone
     no paint, nor sun, nor growing song
     I wondered if I had always been wrong
     or if you had ever been

          so I picked up pen and paper
          and I began to write a caper
          where a thief with rugged charm
          and a smile that would disarm
          robbed every single gallery
          from San Diego to D.C.
          and left a little rose
          which is how I learned my prose
          but soon the wonder faded
          as I grew way past jaded
          but I swear when you return
          my ink will lose its angry burn
          and I'll paint you a bouquet
          and hope this time you'll stay
          my heart won't lose its nerve
          from my mission, I won't swerve
          I'll write a symphony with my words
          ...the kind that you deserve

touch me
where I hurt
I need fingers
to plug the holes
before I fade
out of light
and into dark

touch me
to cool me
and ebb my fever
and my brain
begins to cook
in cast iron
and oil

touch me
in my heart
I fear and I can't
feel the feelings
that used to make me
smile
when you smiled first

I was in a state of happiness
While you were in another state
Crossing borderline personalities
As you shattered my reality
Our life in a state of decay
When you stated
You wanted to head
A different way