No matter how dark the bedroom,
I can always see your eyes
Seeing mine.

Sometimes your hands follow;
Find my face or other
Skin.

Mine may reply, reach to
Feel, draw to kiss.
And there is fire in this.

No matter how dark the day.
Clouds heavy with rain promising
Thunder:  

A child with a toy on the floor,
Undaunted; preoccupied,
Leaving worry to us grown-ups

Gathering pillows from balconies;
Seeing a storm as more than it is.
There is fire in this.

I've held shaking hands over a
Keyboard wet with tears, trying,
Trying to put words

On the burning within; the
Heart broken and rebroken
Until it needed

Stitches and staples
To hold together, finally
Finding faint flickering flames

Deep within the darkest darkness
Of that abyss. Whispering relieved:

*There is fire in this...

I know your every scent by now.
The way you turn, scratch and sigh when
You can't sleep while I very well could
Would be something I'd miss if

Tomorrow saw us apart.
Still, when hands soft as your innermost
Find my weather worn shoulders and
Pull my face to your chest

As if trying to drown me in woman,
I smile against your full softness with
The juvenile intensity of a new born poet;
I will write on you with my mouth's skin.

If you kiss my eyes out, I'll still read
Our joined memories with my concrete-
Torn fingers; the scars we've loved onto
Each other, braille of yesterlust.

Animal carvings; knives and chisels of the
Absence of moral illusion.
In the instant between painful pleasure
And pain, I'll be more home with you

Than in any. Your pulse is ours.
Your moan is mine.
The sweat on your back always marries
That of my chest,

And when you want me to stop,
I'm about to. I'll look at your closed eyes
And wonder again and again and again
How to get you to take this forever.

There is poetry in my blood.
Some blood in my poetry, like that
Fresh from a broken heart
On a band-aid lip kissing
Old pain into fresh pleasure,

And promising truth, comfort and
Loyalty within a blizzard of rose
Petals and cotton candy dandelion,
Being easier to believe than anything
Else ever.

There's poetry in my blood. Cells
Red as new love; white cell soldiers
Devouring infectious threats; poison
Lies and painful heartless behaviour
Such as infidelity or being broken

Up with, in a bed at night; in a
Blossoming garden, or worse,
With a pen in hand, mid-love,  
Mid-poem; mid-
Heartbeat.

Take me with you
As the day ends and you
Ly in your bed.
Take me with you,
As you travel through
Your dreams.
Please come visit me.
I want to be what you fein,
What you crave,
What you need.
The way we used to talk all night-
I still get butterflies.
I wish i could go back there,
The way you used to say
How you would love to play with my hair.
You loved to touch my skin,
But now- it has not been
The same.
And when i see you with her,
I cant help but cringe.
But i guess,
Im the only one to blame.
Im sorry.
I miss you.
Even though, we have different
World views,
I still can never stop thinking about
You.  -bW

Is it bad? Bad to like someone
Who seems happy with someone else
Because i cant help it
Not to smile when i see him
Not to get those butterflies
Not to get so excited.
Do i say something?
Clearly he'd rather her than me,
But i still have the right to hope
Right?
Is that bad? To miss him this much?
To not go a day without thinking
About it?
Because i dont.
I think about him everyday,
In every way
Hes like a perfect melody,
That doesnt stop playing in my head.
Its on repeat, and i dont know
How to stop it,
Or what to do,
Or how to fix it.
So i guess,
For now,
I'll hold onto my feelings.
But when i see them,
Together,
Holding hands,
The tears start to flow,
And i cringe.
Is it a silly crush?
Or.... Or what?

two ears one mouth
one ear to hear
one to turn deaf

They flowed easy the tears of her
In her core was a kindness’ river
With a heart of gold a love too pure
Her bags were full with pains to endure!

Married at teen and a widow too soon
Her youth dark dimmed an eclipsed moon
Dragged to abyss and feasted upon
Bereft a blood she could call her own!

A wonder her life though ravaged much
Growing not hard she broke to the touch
Would come to grief at others’ pain
Her cheeks overflowing in sobbing rain!

As a child I felt at a time now far
On one short span spent with her
When my innocence could easily tell
Neath her frame was an earthly angel!

Wasn’t a beggar returned from door
A stray unfed to die on the road
She was there with a saving aid
Her own life though was left unpaid!

As I write this rebel locked tears
Break floodgates of long lost years
Reveals from the mist a haloed face
Of an angel of love and godly grace!