Waves painted the hull teal
the Sun colored in my skin,
while wind brushed strokes against my cheek

Water, tinged with foam and salt,
splashed my face
I woke up;
there were tears on the pillow

dedicated to Vicki*

winter wind
blows down the hills
is caught up
in the knuckles
of gnarled trees
blasted
barren
reaching for the sky
reading the
Braille
stars

snowy branches
whispering
what
those books
filled with poetry
have taught
the roots
which reach
down
to
underground

streams


when
Springtime
educates the sun and
teaches it warmth
then will the
roots give life
to a spreading canopy
of new life

buds burst forth
with the
fragrance
of snow wind
and the
sweetness
of that
reservoir
of

tears*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/9/2016

Sometimes I feel like that broken china doll
you found lying in a garage sale last summer.
Blackened eyes, busted lip,
and threatening to shatter at the slightest touch.
I oftentimes struggle to remind myself,
it's not my fault I ended up this way—
—for even the most avid of admirers
will occasionally drop their toys.

Slipping, I can't hold on
Sliding, on the icy pond

Falling now, without a rope
Desperate, I can not cope

Screaming, without a voice
Insanity is not a choice

I am fascinated by all of you
Will I and you forever be true?
The way your lips melt onto mine
It tastes like you, so divine
Their shape and definition
This love our only ammunition
They fit so perfectly
For this long eternity
Put them on mine
And we will combine
I remember that one moment
Over me, you have the potent
It was between a look
Something that from me you took
And that one little kiss
Where the worlds will stop
My legs threatened to drop
For the briefest time
That pure and unstained prime
The only thing between us
The away time to discuss
It is the anticipation
It is the stimulation
A moment so intense
To find out what were up against
Then we finally realise
I have you for my paradise
And it is only just beginning