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Chris Jul 2015
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The rains falls
not hard, more of a drizzle
this late Sunday night
leaning on the light post
across the street,
watching the light in your window,
glowing slats through mini blinds,
outlines of your silhouette,
damp steel seeping my jacket,
cars pass, wipers waving,
splashing in circular patterns,
glistening tire tracks,
straight lines on the damp asphalt

I stare up dreaming,
wondering if you know,
I am nothing without you,
my life is because of you,
so many years floating,
blurs in lingering dark shadows
curbs to sleep in, yesterday's news,
broken bleachers where others met,
and I watched, fearing never me,
darkness would be my hand to hold,
lunchtime falterings on tuna salad wishes,
a clean plate in line for desert,
they just ran out,
vanilla pudding disappointment,
and it was...

I flick the ashes from my Marlboro light,
as I notice the lamp in your room is out,
when did that happen, where was I,
and the drizzle coats my glasses,
a chill claims me as the street light flickers
and I suppose it's time to go
in these saturated high tops
squishing as I pace this sidewalk
of smeared chalk masterpieces

My heart breaks again, my life, this night,
every night on an avenue to the border,
is truly nothing without you,
an empty hull hauling cargo of the past,
an existence worth the lint in my pocket,
a poem folded and kept,
written for you in dreams pasted
on walls of white,
in a hallway of desire with your name
layered in patterns that mirror my heartbeat
and I wonder if you know...there is no other,
none that can compare,
none that could ever be,
no one will ever touch me, thrill me or
love me like you do and I will not be...
I will not be, I can not be without you

Turning to leave these shadows clinging,
sighing as I want you but the hour is late,
the rains fall harder, a liquid curtain
all but blocking my view, blinding me
when a hand on my arm spins me,  
it is you, drenched, smiling, eyes bright
on this dreary night as you tell me
you know,  you know and it is me
and you mean it, I can tell

We dance in the downpour, who cares,
it is us and we are in love, our song,
they are all our songs, you and me,
kicking puddles and laughing
with wet eye lashes, kissing,
soaked with love,
with devotion and sunny days,
moonlit nights and a lifetime with each other
on a sidwalk, a rainy night, a street light
and forever...you and me
Chris Jul 2015
~

A sleepy Sunday morning
the sun awakes the dawn
I slip from neath the covers
a smile and a yawn

You're lying there beside me
peacefully asleep
So beautiful the image
my mind it loves to keep

I make a *** of coffee,
pour a cup for you
Then wait for you to join me
a table set for two

I peek in at you sleeping,
you open up your eyes
and giggle when you see me,
I breathe a happy sigh

This sleepy Sunday morning,
now blue skies up above
Is always so much better,
*when shared with one you love
Good morning beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
~

Jasmine climbs the arbor
Sweetly scented air
Standing ‘fore the sunrise
Moments made to share
Butterflies and dew drops
Neath magnolia skies
Gazing their reflections
Soft within your eyes
Knowing there is beauty
Wherever we may be
Any given morning
*Together you and me
Good morning beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
~
Piano keys tickled
in soft lullaby melodies
echo in harmonic measures
neath an ivory moon
tuned midst an ebony sky,
shimmering sonatas in
sustained twilight concertos
waft in sensuous tempos,
acoustic sighs sing
as silhouettes on
candlelit curtains,
caliginous shadows of love
sway together in
rhythmic duet motions,
dancing to the ecstasy
of this symphonic evening
*composed of love
Good night beautiful
To my darling Holly, everything that we are, is composed of love
Chris Jul 2015
~

Picking a rose in a garden of Sundays
Calling your name on a broken branch wind
Looking for clover where weeds are not welcome
Walking the bridge till its time to begin

Dancing in puddles now filled up with laughter
Running through traffic as cars speed away
Searching for words in the headlines of morning
Writing of moons and the stars on display

Collecting my thoughts when I think I will never
Painting a smile on a shuttered front door
Lifting a rock just to see what is under
Shopping for clothes in a grocery store

Looking through openings cut in the carpet
Reaching atop every shelf that I see
Juggling penguins, now where did that come from
Asking a bird what it knows about bees

Planting a tree in the depths of the ocean
Baking a cake in a rooftop design
Sweating the small when the big stuff does happen
Thinking of beer when I’d rather have wine

Wearing a frown in the moments I’m happy
Pushing a cart with a wobbly wheel
Lurking in shadows that form on the sunset
Dreaming of things that are hopefully real

Finding that all I have written is nonsense
All of these verses above they will show
When all I wanted to say was I love you
Like in these stanzas I’ve written below

Penning a poem to say what I’m feeling
Wishing the phrases will reach to your heart
Sending you hints of my steadfast devotion
Scribbling fonts that we never shall part

All that I am is now all that you make me
There is no one that this man could love more
You are the girl that I’ve wanted forever
Eternally you’ll be the one I adore

So there you have it, quite crazy but true
Ideas scattered from deep in my mind
Where it is light with some dark in the corners
There is no telling the things you might find
:)
Chris Jul 2015
~

I wake up and again
my first thought is you,
a smile appears on my face

The morning sun is
shining through my window
as I imagine what the day will bring

I get ready for work
as a poem floats around inside of
my head and I can’t wait to write it

I grab my keys and wallet thinking,
“What you are doing right now,
is it me you are missing?”

I walk outside the front door,
seeing a beautiful dawn waiting,
and breathe in the fresh air

Realizing, I am taking another step
on the pathway to forever, and I wonder
*“Will you walk it with me?”
Good morning beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
~

Hand in hand we walk along
this dusk bathed beach,
reaching past sandcastles and starfish,
narrowing beyond the furthest footprints
our path has imprinted in the sand,
bidding farewell to a sun now
painting a twilight masterpiece
on a wavering horizon,
longing the cool evening’s embrace
to caress us in sea breeze bliss,
welcoming the tide’s white foam outlines
silently approaching weathered dunes
where we now pause,
and as I lean in to kiss you
I steal one more glimpse
of nature’s panoramic beauty,
for I know once our lips meet,
*everything else will disappear
Good night beautiful
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