And with

a slap

of a hand

I came

crying

into this

world,


and my

favorite

color

was to

be yellow,


and today

I thought

someday,


I will

buy you

a yellow

dress.


and dance

with you

over  a sky

of white

popcorn clouds,


and breathe

the moment

as my

second

birth.


where

everything

is pure

everything

is new.


and diamonds

fall

from the

corner

of your

eyes,


at the

joy of

me finding

you.


and all

the questions

you ask

will be

answered,


with simply

the closing

of your

eyes,


you and I,

moments

in time,


one can not

exist

without

the other.


one would

never

want to.

A blessing

has come

to me,

your heart
is  something
that I
wish upon.

it is
the first
flower

stirring
in a
meadow
the first
day of
spring,

the opening
in the
ice that
a river
breaks
through
at winters
end.

to then
mend and
turn and
flow.

giving
life to
all it
comes
to meet.

and now
you
have found
me and
my simple
words and
thoughts.

and to
each day
that I
awake
I mend
and turn
and flow
to you,

seagulls
to wind
fish to
water.
prayers to

God,

everything
is what  
it was
always
meant  
to be

Your soul

slumbers

at night under

fairytale

whispers,


and your

heart

wonders

singing

out loud

a favorite lyric

through

the universe,


like a comet

fire and embers

dancing..



the ordinary

does not

become you.


what is

over the

next hill is

more your

gypsy style.


and I

watch in awe

of you,


everything in

your life

before you.


not a yo-yo

on a string

existence,


someone

who will

leave and

then always

return to

the same

place again

and again

and again.


without

meaning.


your kisses

have great

meaning

I am certain,


like the sun

the moon

and the stars.


you hold them

in your

eyes  I

I can see

it.


sitting there

magically


in the

night.

We find
each other
not in
the calendar
of days
or a tiding
of waves.

you and I.


instead
we are
glimpses
to one
another,

echoes of
smiles
given
long
ago.

a childhood
memory
perhaps.

a cookie
shared
over giggles
at a
third
grade
lunch table.

the scribbling
of phone
numbers
on a
warn junior high
notebook.

that is
why
I know
you here.

we are
not
new.

we are
similar
places
to one
another.

like the
humming
bird,

that hovers
over a
summer flower
for a
moment,

lands
and then
is gone.

to never
forget
that one
flower

again.

but to
always
dream

of that

brief moment

when the

two were

one in life.

The bleeding

to white

and all

that may

come.


the unfeeling

of everything

I have

come to

hold dearly

in my most

inner being.


somehow

I know

in that

darken

place.


you will

still

find me

there.


and you

will calm

my spirit,


and paint

my sky,


and fall

like a

mid-winters

night

dream

over me


for eternity's

slumber.


and I

will catch

your sorrow,


and shelter

your pain,


and not

let a

broken

heart

take one

moment

from you.


true in

spirit

you

and I.


and the

falling

of clouds

will surround

us,


and the

crying of

seasons

lost will

echo in

our bones.


and in

our final

moment,


only truth will

be seen

in our

eyes

.
and only

love

will color

our sky.

The sky
hangs heavy
with water
ripe clouds
ready to 'spill
overhead,

like a
load of
stones on
a rivers muddy
edge ready
to fall,

and then
submerge
like dreams
into tomorrow
and the
next day
and the
next.

Your cobblestone
colored eyes
sit before
me.

and I could
daydream
into them
until all
the colors
of your
eyes have
run dry.

while sharing
with  you
our whispered
secrets,

the ones
where you
have to
tell someone
but you
rarely do.

I would sit
here ready
to catch them
all in
confidence and
open invitation.

so now
as I sit
before you
I give you
these words
these pieces
of me,

you give me
pieces of
you,

for our mutual
understanding,

that we must
certainly be
more together
than we
could ever
be alone.

and life
has a different
meaning,

like a blade of
grass reaching for
the sun through
a cement
crack.

that moment
when you
look down
at your
feet and
see it,

and you
say "look
a miracle."

Your kisses

I feel

in my

bones.


The juice

of your

mouth

quenches

my thirst

of you

as I

run my

tongue

deep into

your

open

mouth.


then quick

flicks

of your

tongue

melt upon

my neck

as you run

your body

naked over me.


and in

a moment's

eye,

I realize

I have never

been kissed

before.


not like

this.


naked

with you.


on this

Saturday

afternoon.


no limits

no pretending

to be

afraid.


only truth

and the rhythm

of your

body on

me,


and the

gentle

whispers

of our

open

hearts

as one.

Te amo
Pero no te puedo decir
Te quiero mucho