Together we killed the spiders
that wove the webs
in damp and sad parts of you

What will the little girl once
afraid of spiders do now?

I got a text
from you
that called me “dear”
and I read it
over and over
again
and imagined
the word as it
sounded from
your lips
watching them move
to form the word
for me
whom you called
dear

I want to sleep with you
in the quiet darkness
beneath the sliver of a silver moon

I want to sleep with you
soft and close and tireless
gentle touching on a single pillow

I want to sleep with you
as the dawn becomes restless
breathing one into another life

I want to sleep with you
and find you deep inside my head
dark becoming light where you step

I want to sleep with you
every time every where
eternal
silence
blessed
amen

Nothing is going to last forever
except this

Things will corrode and crack
and crumble
not this

Rain will sweep away
the shores and drown the sand
and the shape of things will change
but this won’t

The planet will get hotter
and maybe colder
and things will burn to cinders
or freeze solid and still
not affect this in the least

This is something bigger
than the both of us
or the wind and the earth
or the eternity between
the galaxies

And once we are fully
aware of this
nothing will keep us apart.

I once dug a hole
all the way to China
and you'll never guess
who was there

I found a woman
beauty would blind ya
two eyes of jade
long golden hair

Rested on flowers
sunshine behind her
clouds like angels
were everywhere

She said I should know
where I could find her
there on the good earth
so precious and rare

I never could see
anyone finer
though I never went looking
I wouldn't dare

She saw me break down
and watched me cry
and listened to me beg
but she had to
shoot me
point blank
and be done with it all

I have been thinking of
going back to California
because it seems far away from here
and it may be best to get
far away from here

California is the Foreign Legion
where one can go to forget
even if one has memories there

However ...

Maybe I don't need to forget
as much as I need to
be close to
something Spanish

Everyone can see you
but no one looks at you
the way I do

Everyone may think
this or that
but no one thinks of you
the way I do

Everyone may feel
you are special
but no one sees your fireworks
the way I do

Everyone doesn’t know
about you
the way I do
but you do

Red wine
Soft wind
Full lips
Music
And magic
In the mist
Of a morning
When sleep
Is all that is left
Of a night
with you.

There is a photo of your leg
and it is so smooth I want to
see it stretch from here to
eternity …

As the spring rain falls in sheets
across the edges of my windows
I can hear the distant honking
of Canadian geese
They must be flying, gliding,
searching afar in the grey sky
far off, maybe somewhere near you,
making me wish I could fly.

If by chance you wish to escape
from the person you become
every morning
then all you have to do is find
the time to meet me there,
where our names do not matter
and all we have are four walls
with no eyes or ears
and you are the princess
of every moment.

If the morning turns to carbon black
And you feel your faith about to crack
I’ll move the wind to be at your back
I live inside your heart

Should the starlight make your memories burn
Or a lover’s pain suddenly return
I would satisfy your every yearn
I live inside your heart

There may never be another chance
For me to serve you, dear
I want to whisper words I never spoke
That only you can hear

Show me a mountain and I’ll climb for you
Ignite the flames and I’ll run right through
I don’t need reason or point of view
I live inside your heart

Life is getting shorter every day
And though a heaven may await
I want to live right now with only you
That’s all I ask of fate

You have been waiting all your life and more
To be the one that only one would adore
So I stand barefoot on the burning shore
I live inside your heart

It all went south.
The caring, the work it took
to care.
I had so much energy
and I toiled,
awoke early,
tried to accept a bad taste
here and there,
longing,
desire,
failure to satisfy
the meaningless sides
of it all.

I could not sustain
the chores,
my heart was too
open, unguarded.
When she left I knew
nothing would ever be
the same. But when I
saw your smile,
no matter how you hid
your pain,
I knew I could make it
without her,
without
direction.

I was left in a tent
by the mother who bore me
and the thieves came to
take me away.

I grew up in a circus
and loved the clowns
who made me laugh all day.

I went to trial
by a jury of twelve,
not one who took my side.

I fell in love
on a day like this
but she ran away to hide.

Whatever happens will happen
now quickly and divine.
It could have all been different
If ever you were mine.

I am the tree that falls in the woods
that no one is around to hear.
But you hear me.

Can
you
imagine
a world
without
me
adoring
you
now
that
I
do?

Some nights I sit here numb, my fingertips on the keyboard, tapping
frozen words onto a virtual piece of paper.
I am clear about many things but I am unclear, too, about other things.
It’s all too much work to figure and nothing about it is warm.
So, I sit back and imagine a moment when you are under the covers
next to me and you get onto your side and rest your head on my
shoulder.
You sigh and I feel as if all of the unknowns have been poured into
the empty spaces of misunderstanding
and I am certain that I don’t ever need to know any more
than I know when you make the approach and settle so peacefully beside me.
All we need then is to close our eyes and
see each other in our dreams.

I remember
looking into your eyes
and
I remember
the entire New York City sky
reflecting from them
and
making me fly
I remember the color
of the meadow
the breeze on your face
the kiss
that left me to long
for all other kisses to mean
as much
I remember the songs,
the birds,
the contour of your arms,
how you turned your head
and
nothing between then and now.

Today the sky was wide
and the clouds thick
like a blue painting
in 3-D
Once I drove a thousand
miles to get somewhere
that I thought I belonged
and the same sky
hovered
West of the great river
and through the dusty plains
where pioneers
died
I traveled for love
I drove on to get
somewhere
but I got nowhere
Except the sky was wide
and the clouds thick
like a blue painting
in 3-D

I was born in a city
Moved to other cities
Lived on both coasts
Hung with celebs
Loved and lost

Almost died a few times
Moved to the country
Generations of fowl
Sons born dogs died
Lost her love
Tears in the fields
Almost died a few times
Saw your face
Awoke to light
Followed the dream
Met you
Will never die

It's getting cold,
November cold
and the shoulders shiver
But the ground is not all
that gets hard
the body stiffens
the danger of cracking ensues
as winds blow
through the crevices
never entirely sealed
And that is my soul

Bring me warmth, friction
|and fire

You’re a dream in a land of
black and white
in a cast of characters
created by
an active imagination
and the random
source of light.
I read into you,
think about you,
float in the thoughts,
wander in your shadow.

Count all your fingers
twenty times
turn your head to the left
take a deep breath
exhale
taste your lips
open your eyes
close your eyes
pull your shoulders
back so your clavicles
are defined
flex a thigh muscle
gently touch your cheek
with your index finger
arch your back
smile
there I am.

If you ever thought of waiting
for a special moment,
don’t wait now,
there is no forever,
only the next few moments
are available
and the only way they will last
an eternity is if you attend
to them now.

There is a color
in the sky
late in the afternoon
that would escape
the eye of Picasso.

There is comfort
in that color
and I need it to
embrace me
and make me strong
so I can become
that color.
You.

the world had moved a bit more slowly
and paths were crossed
differently, paved through
a sky less clouded
and if the rivers had flowed
with warmer currents
following the winds that could
have blown more slowly to the west
and that butterfly in Singapore
had flapped its wings three or
maybe two times less ...

you would be mine.

I felt the weight of the world
and carried it through a tunnel
with all my might
and there you were,
a bit beaten, a bit frightened
and yet ready to set your senses aflame
so I dropped the world
and embraced you.

You look so deeply alive in red,
like a flame about to lose control.
There was a moment I saw you
kneeling, with your shoulders
steamingly smooth
and my desire was fuel
for the flame,
and I did not need to gather wood.

These days that come like
a circus burning to the ground
and leave with ashes
on a clown’s lips
when the hot air of sunset
smells like smoke
and then there is a stillness
that rivals death
with an evening that is
silent because the
crickets dare not mate.