You smell of what you smoke,
I breathe you in deeply
enough it makes me float.

His head in exhaled clouds;
slipped into reverie of me;
ensnared and spellbound.

Puffed into a trance;
vaporized reality;
my face caressed by his hands.

Baby let me course through you
like your almond tobacco
--sensation you never knew.

I know you
burning me
like a black river
from the eyes of time.

Your foggy vision,
a monk with no feet.
I can feel you
but I cannot find.

So sit there then,
sit there and pray.
It's all you have left,
It's all you ever were.

Where do you
want me to be?
What can I give you
that you won't bleed all over?

Only the truth.
Only the past.

My secrets are mine.

Only the wind and the wheel
will ever show you
but you are too busy looking for tomorrow to feel today.
To much vision to see what's now.

I have not moved past you
rather, I have shed you.
Like beer from a bottle.
Making someone happy

at least for now.

your lips are bare.
The moonlight paints your face.
I shall whisper secrets in your temple
of lightning, fire, and space.

Like silk and wind
you dance in shining silence.
A valley of waving winter roses
a beautiful kind of violence.

You speak to me
within your sprawling motions.
A mystery unraveled by my wisdom.
It's a ship to cross your oceans.

I call to you
like echos of the future.
Your falling rains like streams rushed into rivers
Stitches....  without any sutures.

Flowing silver
plated guise
I Give you a flower
that will never die

Reflect unto me
an unfortunate tone
I give you a necklace
you only want the stone

The blank, the dark waves
surrounding, bleeding

I am losing

The war, the will
it burns,
ashes and wind

flowers grow
for dead tyrants and the blessed alike,
the truth, the difference
is in the shadow of belief.

History,
a kings coloring book,
an idiots guide.

Beguiled and crooked
we stumble when we should fly.
We, the footless peasant

We all pray that kings
colored inside the lines.
Some of us chuckle....

Knowing

The only crayons he ever had
were green and red