When I look through
a tiny window
I can see the white planks
of the porch hanging there
fighting harsh winter blues
If I lie at the other end of the room
I can see a leafless tree
one that blossoms beautifully
in past summer days
I can also see night sky
and sometimes the bright moon
But the best thing I see
is my love sleeping
next to me
knowing his warm arms
will keep me safe
from any harm
making me feel happy
and secure and warm inside
especially as I'm not
feeling too well
because winter as
weaken my bones
and given me a chilly cold

I guess
I'll go back to poetry
now that
the real thing is ending

It's hard to lose touch
when you finally found it
hard to imagine
being content
staring at computer eyes
and typing can never
replace her flesh and blood hand

yet the reality is we must part after meeting
so brief the moment
so unsweet the parting
I may write a poem full of tears
I may tear this **** keyboard apart

trying to make it all real once more
her feel her heart her love for me.

Let ethereal fingers
   of my thoughts
      reach out
    like wisps
           of
drifting
          smoke
        to
           enfold
every inch of* [you]
     in a spectral
  lovers embrace.

A thousand miles
they shall reach
as I recall [you]
      a smile
envision [you]
  brown eyes
      and the gentleness
                  of [us]
        sweet touching flesh.

Let my thoughts
   return to me
     the taste
     of [you]
  honeyed lips
    the touch
     of [you]
  warm hands
   the beauty
   of our kiss
   of our love.

             Allow I feel
                  [you]
          within my heart
           your presence
          holding me tight
            and the warmth
                 of our
          flesh entwined
             throughout
              the silent
               of night.

Embrace with me
       my love
  of flamed     memories
          of passion
      we have shared.

Yet look ahead
          with longing
               for greater
                      yet to be
within these
       beautiful moments
                recalled
                            of
­                               [you]
                                   and
                                        *[me]….

in her hair I figured
all along the strands down to her bangs
I lingered along the lashes
became a vision
leaked down a cheek fell onto
her silky neck
became a molecule came into her
blood flowed down her heart
pumped me into her toes as they curled
traveled vascular
up her spine-tingling and came
smiling out the corner of her mouth
a wet spot
next to the corner of her smile
soft silky moist glistens
a mist on her breath
a bit of touch on the pillow
a dream on the next day's memory
a dream for forever

Patience
(no one noticed)
hardly moves its wings
Playing the atmosphere's
instrument
Poetry
Plying
well-known
Instincts....
Sensing lift of thermals
curling physics
with feather tips
Hanging
motionless
effortless
in love...

...its own
dynamic
unaware

Precursor of imagined--
tracing wind
taming flight
suspending  
beauty

Soaring
in the failing words of winter

Slaying
energy
in disbelief of air