It was one of those mornings  
that the sun shone brightly  
through the thin, white curtains,    
illuminating his body
in a glorious light that caressed  
every inch of his smooth skin.  

His chest rose and fell softly,
and my eyes traced his face,  
taking in the immense
beauty of the man beside me.  
I moved closer to him feeling his
warmth, and he began to stir.

Sleepily, his heavy eyes
opened and a small smile
spread across his soft lips.
His glorious eyes moved over
my body, his hand reached for mine.
He whispered, “I love you, dear.”

And as the morning light
danced across our close
bodies, I knew that my
entire world lay beside me.
Closing my eyes, I took it all in.
What a beautiful glimpse of time.

I reply with all of the love in my soul:
“And I love you.”

Rolled up paper napkins and plastic
wrap
Guitar picks of varying thickness
Reading glasses , cold black coffee , a
polishing cloth for a wine colored Les Paul
Staff lines with blue notes penciled in
A midnight jigger of Gin
This worn out body held prisoner by a frantic
mind
Reads like a song for another time* ....

As she trembled from pain and cold
I had no verbal sedatives for her nerves
I found no right words
So I just held her

I held her so close, saying no promises
As the cold winds whostled in the night
I hoped our hearts could communicate
She was hurt and destroyed inside

She spoke of sorrow
Hope was faded away, her strength wasting away,
A day or two she'd blacked out
Anger, deprivation, fear

They were drowning her in a sea of despondency
My melancholic arms wrapped her
As the bitter cold night shifted
Trying to give her as much heat as I could

I never let go of her
As the earth span us close
I was helplessly wordless
Useless but she held on closer

I just held her
I let her tears drench her
'You are a survivor'
My unspoken words warmed her

Her trembling ceased
As we drifted asleep
We walk up to a flicker of hope
As I kissed her in the sunrise

Transfused with a doted blood
Stainless pattern of  the love
Color in red and spiral devotion
Beat the beast and fold the thrill

Transfused with angelic poison
Faintless on the road to the crucifix
Color in blue the trial attributions
Beat the beast and fold the thrill

Transfused with textual infusion
Sainted in hedonistic space fields
Color in kaleidescope spins
Beat the beast and fold the thrill

Transfused with a dared death
Bright visions of another world
Color of purple enlighten
Beat the beast and fold the thrill

Morality has become the Cur that
****** on the rug* ....

Drop after drop after drop of days
Going by in a chain from better to worse
To better with hope
Get used to reality
Predictability
Responsibility
Try harder to keep trying
Not dying in the relaxed state
Of nothing else to gain
Vital not to loose
The light of the watchtower
That you knew was built for you to find
Only for you...
All alone in the watchtower...
Maybe some day
For today, wherever those muddy feet of mine
Will take me
I wish not to be alone
I wish to share my reality
I wish to break the bubble
That appropriate place
Of perfect composure
I wish to break into song like
A melodramatic Broadway fool
I wish to jump in the puddles
I wish go scream alive into the wind
To feel it tearing at my desperately joyous seams
I wish to be touched by another's breath
I wish to be needed and
Stretch out my hand
Give it my all to be there
For anyone else but me
Most together there could ever be
Under the same sun
Breathing the same air
Walking the same ground
Wishing to be seen