I kissed you;
I mean kissed you.

and the rain between the buildings
loudly lauded with applause.

Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't

Hermits are VERY happy
but you would never know that.

summer quietly creaks open the back door
slips from beneath your skin
records shattering
as you stare down from the
attic, living in
slow motion.
it's gone before you can
remember what warmth even is.
sadness warps an old yellow novel
you used to love, holding it close
as it twists and moans.
  now,
  rip the
  best chapter out
  because
  it belongs to
  you.



  My woman is the essence of being, she gathers the ruin of the day to offer moonbeams. Her touch, geared to moods of the moment, oscillates between slap and caress.... is always, though, kind, considerate, caring and layered betwixt lavender levels of love.
Mother of my boys, protector of the clan, matriarch and Monarch. My Janet, the very love of my life.
M.

oh
lord
there
is
a quiet place
for
me to fly
and
somewhere
to land nearby
while
i am sure
that
only
through
the word
of God
uplift
these wings
towards faith sky
so wide