To the woman who is my best friend
Who has always had my back
Even when we don’t get along;

To the woman who always knows what I need
Who is always by my side
Through the good times and the bad;

To the woman who will never let me down
Who fights for me
Because what’s best for me is what’s best for her;

To the woman who shows me how to live right
Who showed me what the world has to offer
And that all I have to do is make it mine;

To the woman who brought me into this world
Who taught me right from wrong
Always having more to show the world;

To the woman who is my mother
Who personifies all that comes with that word
Loving, caring, kind, beautiful, teacher, and everything else;

Happy Mother’s Day
I Love You and would never change what we’ve gone through
You’ve made me into who I am today

That first minute,
I knew.
As soon as she looked
My way. Her eyes,
The way the sunlight
Sparkled in them.
She touched her hair.
Its called grooming.
She ran her hand through her
Curls.
The corners of her mouth
Turned up.
I saw her nostrils flare.
This man woman stuff
Is almost ferile,
Animalistic, basic.
My senses sparked
Picking up every clue.
Over her shoulder
The sun peaked over
El Dorado. The waves crested
On matador beaches.
I took my sombrero off
Hoisted it in the air.
Clicked my boot heels
Together.
She was mine. We made
Forever
Kinds of love.
Not just ***
But roaring
Fires of volcano
Always glowing
Flamed
Kind of love.
Flowing
Now.

I like to stop
and think. And
jump and sing.
Also I like to breathe
and know
that I'm alive
with you

I dream about you in my sleep
I clutch your hand holding mine,
As your arms wrap me in a tight embrace.

I dream about you in my sleep
I hear your whispered words in my ear
As your lips lay kisses across my cheek.

I dream about you in my sleep
I feel safe in your presence
As you stand by my side.

I dream about you in my sleep
But when I wake I can’t see your face
As I realize a dream was all it was.

I dream about you in my sleep
But when I wake I remember you were a faceless entity
An imaginary lover of a long forgotten time

In this park there are birds atop ice cakes
stiff mittened kids, cold nosed and half froze
they slide on paths of glass, toward home.
A small stream cuts through this place,
black water humming with coots and ducks.
Long toothed icicles waiting to impale the earth.
Beneath our feet, we crack and shatter tiny frozen ponds,
revealing muddied blades of grass, green as in summer.
A myriad of birds in the sun, come to puff and quiver,
but soon the mountain clouds will come to shroud
the day, the sky so cold, a frost in grey and silver.

a grey sky,
my lips pressed
to your lips,
unfastened hair,

in a moment
i am drawn
to you,
in love with
your legs and
your smile,

grey dissidence
of the approaching
storm,
thunder caught
up in the hills,

the roses start
to wilt in the vase,

the roses of the sky
have silent wings,
time knotted
like a handkerchief
against my skin,

i am hollow, my
legs desiring yours,
love the swift sea,
the amber forest,

blowsy silk,
the clouds,
drawn of water,

and i sink
jealous of your love
and your legs,

wanting all of
you to fall in
love with me,

lips pressed
together,
love, my love,
the ghosts
of the storm.