I admired her paleness.
It was like the bitter stillness of the winters landscape.
Or the soft, fragile feathers encased in my bedside pillow.
No color amongst those perfect pore-less cheeks.
Her lips a crimson red; a rustic brown, stained her teeth as she smiled.
I never thought I’d bestow my eyes upon such beauty, a goddess among the earth.
A wolf among mere sheep.
I wanted nothing more than to lift my hand and graze that face but I mustn't.  
Because she shined so bright against the rest and I refused to dull that shine.
My muddied hand was not worthy of such perfection.
I wanted no other to lay eyes on her skin, hair, body.
I would sooner gouge out my own eyes than loose sight of what I am seeing before me.
She will be my last vision, oh but what a vision she was.

Where the river abandons herself to the creek
and the mudbank is cratered with crabclaws
waits the old man.

He doesn't know his years
but his ears are a sonic gift
catching the tonal variations of tides
seemingly for eons
evolving with the mangrove map
into a flawless tracker
of how far the moon would recline
for ***** to be holed out
and what shoreline the water would touch
before the shrimps starlight driven
make a beeline for the net.

I encountered him once
in the absurdity of a time
when I was high
and he lowly crouching
was making art by the creek.

Who was the poet
I could never tell.

They didn't need the sea
nor words
but a ploy to escape
their own dulled image
familiar faces and spaces
weary conversations
a place away
where the mind rested
and silence filled the cracks
healed the holes
to a whole
contented in being there
in the room for two
counting day's pick
smelling dead shells
feeling sea in their cells
and when the night was high
surrendering to sleep.

I struggle with myself,
I struggle with my brain
it ain't that I'm a crazy
it ain't I'm gone insane

trauma changes people
deep within the mind
all that I am asking
is you be the loving kind,

I gotta thinkin problem
some things invade my thought,
I don't know when it happened
or if it was something I was taught,

so tell me I'm annoying
but don't say that I'm bad
tell me I am wonderful
in loving me your glad,

I will love you truly love
cuz I am true of heart
but maybe we are doomed you know
doomed we were the start,

but still,
too not seek the beauty in the experience,
seems to me a waste of both our precious precious time
when loving could be so amazing
exciting an sublime

I only ask you try
be present be with me
open up your mind and heart
only then we will see
if to love so unencumbered
will set our love so free,

only then we will know-

if you an I
were ever -
REALLY
meant to be.

Ma Cherie © 2017

gently breezing
by my face
you dance upon
the morning sky,

intricately,
patterned lace,
I watch
as it just passes by,

but he is just
so beautiful,
he entrances
every eye,

a lovely little
floating wisp
in the form
of butterfly,

on the air
so clean an crisp,
I wave a hand
but no goodbye

an not a single grieving tear
not a tear for me to cry,

as I know
I will definitely
see you again
one day.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Days go by fassST
nights go by even-
fasssSTer
sometimes in pure and high delight
other times in a shear
an quite perfect natural disaster,

I might be addicted to your arms
an disabled by those hidden charms
I can't hear no longer tbe warning alarms,

as long as I am beside you love
I know I can face tomorrow brave again

Ma Cherie © 2017

The quiet heat of a summer night
June bugs dancing in the twilight
The world still and dreamy
Alone with memories

I'll close my eyes and hear your voice
Pulling at the heart strings of a moment
You radiate all that is right
To be the name you whisper in the dark

Breathe like Honeysuckle on a back road
Toes in the fresh mud and eyes towards the sky
In the middle of where we should be
I'll fall into the pieces of you

Just as the morning promises the sun
This hello is where we linger
Adrift amongst clouds
Will you look for me in the horizon?

Tonight the still will keep me warm
Details and denial of what could be
There are no stars, my love
Sweetest dreams