The snow has a hand in it
as it gently covers all
the russet cheek of fall
With its myriad of hands

Snow opens up a place
among the covering leaves
Rests its palm
along the warmth of earth
sinks its fingers into heaves
and waits a moment

Winter is an expert
at November's need for lenient fondlings  
He remembers
edging for surrender
of a dying spring
His touches linger
as the earth quails at the gate
with shivering cries
she tries
to pull away

Cold desire overwhelms her
Cold insists
His swelling frosted fingers
force into the earth
in every way of water--
freezing crystals can desire
They imagine how to dilate
crevasse
to winter max

She tries not to--  
Heaves up her hills to block his way
He stops her  
with his white-fist wind
his frozen grip  
Depths so patiently insist
Such weight smothers all
With drifting swirling tongue
He fills her once-warm mouth
Settles into empty nest of limbs
and lets the wind drive him
ever deeper

into the need of winter
love

I have two hearts now
one for each of your eyes;
one inside my body,
one in yours

twice the joy
twice the pain

I haven’t seen all that much during my years,
let alone done…
but I’ve felt for lifetimes ahead
and you are… truly…
the best of it

The fallen wild cherry tree
Lays sprawled over dewy ramson.
Perspectives drift as the light dances against the leaves.
A moment of pure, unadulterated beauty.
Found. Captured.

Gone…

Wind rushes suddenly with urgent desire.
Subsides.
Almost a touch. Warm skin.
So close.
Raindrops burn into the face, awake again.

She sees him
from afar and sighs.
He’s easy on the eyes,
this man by the sea,
as he contemplates,
who he is and who
he wants to be.
She wants to wave,
as she raises a hand,
like how the ocean
greets the land,
but then wonders if
she should turn
and walk away,
and leave him
to his day.

Let me live at your eyes

One says

You must be a sailor as swimmer or fly

You must have a way to be in her sight

In her eyes, in her heart or in her right

You must be faith with a word you said

"I love you" you must be by my side

You must keep the sail slide

But you must be fair that you may get a slight

That love makes you forget your eat

Makes you dream as a fly or a bird

And face strong waves to your boat

The truth,
I want to go back.
To my old ways ,
Cold hearted & wicked .
Living the days dazed.
Being lost in the clouds.
smoking My Self gone .
No pain , no emotions,
no thoughts, no worries.
Most importantly,
No memories.

Truth is,
As miserable as the life is,
I don’t mind it.
I don’t fear the though of getting
Smoked out till I lose my mind
Completely.
I don’t fear the life Of a tweaker.

Why is this.
My life’s been **** since I’ve tried to get sober .
I’ve found no happiness,
No reasons to smile .
Life sober now ?
Is double the sadness.
I can’t manage to ever do right .
I try & try but I always fail.
Fail to succeed something awesome .

My mind is luring me back .
My addictive mind is Taking over