Lilac Time

The old couple gazed out of their window.
Five grandchildren playing in the garden.
So noisy so happy so much
what they should be.
He slipped his arm about her waist
And whispered
do you remember the lilacs
So long ago so far away.
We were young and in love

I did not know I was happy back then.
Each day more chores to do
never enough money.
All our children like steps and stairs
the youngest newer than the springtime.

She nodded fondly
a mist covering her memory
It was their time a time of lilacs.

It was so long ago
when we sat on the old porch.
sipping hot coffee
in the early quiet spring  morning.

Our children still asleep in their beds.
On the table next to the coffee ***
a rolled newspaper full of war
and drama of the day, lay untouched.

I remember looking up at you then
Your beautiful hair
flowing in the morning breeze.
I saw you then my love
at that moment not as my wife
or mother to my children,
but as the woman
I could never get enough of
when we first met.

I thought how good your hair would feel
falling onto my bare chest in our bed.
If only I could have frozen that moment in time
put that feeling into a bottle
like a captured insect.

To open and breathe its fragrance,
again and again
through the fast passing years
To last me forever.

If you would have asked of me back  then,
my love are you happy?

There on the old porch with lilac’s
growing up its broken trellis
in wild  springtime abundance.
Beside the fragrant pathways
of a far off spring

I would have answered
yes my love.
Very happy,
so very happy.

Day Lilies

I have a garden of lilies
I collect them so it seems.
Like some people collect stamps.
In memory for each lost
part of me,
one for Dad
One for Mom
Four for my handsome brothers
One for my sweet sister.
Unlike those they remember
They ask nothing of me
No emergencies or
wake up calls in the night.
No broken hearts.
Hardy against the
harsh winter
Resistant to the sun
of midsummer.
They proliferate
and never fail
to grow and flower.
Asking only for a little water
In dry spells
Even then in their thirst
barely ruffling a leaf
to catch my attention.
Sometimes
the morning dew
collects on the new blooms
but it may be my tears.

No One Dies In Lilydale

Lilydale

Driving through a misty autumn night
I lost my way with no one in sight
A ghostly town in the gloom appeared
Eerie visions in a haunting light
Old gingerbread houses on a silent street
The night wind it starts to wail
Not a soul about here to meet
A signpost foretells of a strange tale
Reading “no one dies in Lilydale”
Each home had a strange shingle
Reading them my spine did tingle
Talk you lost love step this way
We speak with the dead every day
Over forty signs on every picket gate
Lilydale is the center of the spirit talkers
My soul was troubled I had lost my love
If only I could speak with her from up above
How I would say what had been missed
Her perfect loving and her sweet kiss
Trembling as I knocked on the door
An aged wrinkled woman I saw
Come here my son come in from the rain
Your love shall speak to you once again
We sat on her sofa she took my hand
She said your love is here
Beside you she does stand
You two will meet again
When your time on earth is done
Now you must take care of your young son
Do everything that you can
To bring him up to be a good man
I could feel her, she is close to me
My terror is gone I lose my fears
My eyes are streaming loving tears
I say I love you honey please don’t go
Please stay with me how I need you so
The old lady said your love has gone
I drive away out of the misty place
Tears still streaming down my face
My task is now renewed
My son I will never fail
You know that no one dies in Lillydale

London England*


I am old now
old and tired the music Hall is fading
old clowns in baggy pants don't seem funny anymore.
The flickering silver light of the cinema
was growing brighter almost everyday.
My days are over playing for Victoria  Empress of Britain .
My whole life vanished like it never happened so meaningless.

I am alone never married, the stage is a wife I suppose.
No wife to turn to  I turn to the bottle
she puts me to sleep numbs my soul.
Old Jack the doorman at the Gaiety in London.
He lets me in for free every night to watch the Music Hall artist.
There not like you were sir --he still calls me sir.

A  juggler, a singer,a magician,a comedian, and showgirls.
And  oh yes A ballet dancer.she is so young and beautiful
I think I come here just to see her.
If I had not found the bouquet of flowers
in the entrance, she would be dead now.
I watched her dance so talented like an Angel in flight
on gossamer wings.I am far too old for her of course
but I cannot help but be drawn to her outstanding talent.
And her beauty if truth be known.

I take the flowers to her dressing room and knock on the door.
There is a moan from inside a low painful moan.
I take a deep breath and open the door
she is laying on the floor an empty vial of something  
I had seen this before the stage carries many dark secrets.
I found a box of salt and poured it into a glass of water
then poured it down her throat
At first, I thought I was too late.
then the salts caused her to throw up the poison.

She lay on the sofa and slept I never left her side.
After a few hours, she said I cannot move my legs
I carried her to my old room and placed her in bed.
I no longer can dance she cried my legs are paralyzed she cried.

I made her tea and a sandwich.
We are a great pair you andI.
A dancer who cant dance
and a comedian whocant make people laugh.

There was no money for a doctor
but I had her trying to walk every day.
After, a few months she walked again
Slowly at first then stronger day by day.
I brought out her dance outfit ballet shoes.

Old Jack let us in to use the Gaiety stage as her dance floor.
I felt so ashamed that I was so in love with her.
But I think in the chest of every comedian
lies a fragile tender heart that is so easily bruised.

A few weeks later she was dancing again
and then moved away to follow her career.
I was desolate
I returned to the bottle.
Then a catalysmic event brought us together
Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated at Sarajevo.
On the 4th of August 1914,
Great Britain declared war on Germany.

A group of performers were chosen
to form an entertainment group for the troops.
She was amongst them
and refused to participate if they did not select me.
Under duress, they agreed and the first performance was in London.

I went on and gave the performance of my life.
The soldiers roared in laughter
my heart filled to the brim with happiness.
I then watched from the wings as she danced so beautifully
My eyes were wet with both happiness and sadness so bittersweet.
Around and around she would pirouette.
Like a dream-like a beautiful dream.

My mind was  spinning in harmony with her movements.
if only I was twenty-five again.
if only I could have been with her.
if only I did not love her
quiet so much.
....if only .....if only.

The crowd roared for her a complete standing ovation
they were almost the last words I would hear.
As I clutched my breast
and fell onto the floor she rushed to me
and kissed me on the head
stay with me, stay with me
I love you so much she whispered.

But I slipped quietly into the dark unknown
happy and content to go there.
I finally knew
she had loved me as far as it is possible
given the circumstances that is.

age 5

Why did you leave me mama
I miss you so bad
Did I do something wrong
Am I still your little boy

Age 12
I still think of you mama
Even after all this time
Sometimes when I fall asleep
I see you mama so beautiful

Age 20
I.can't remember your face mama.
It's been too long you are
fading like an old tune
I have not heard in years

AGE 30
You have almost become
A memory mama
Why did you never call me.
I know even now
I would put my arms around you
And say I love you.
People say it was too hard
For you to see me
And that you still loved me
I smile and nod.

But deep inside
I know it's something
Less than love
Yes for sure
Something
much less than love

Little toy trains

*He loved the toy train set
More than Lego or anything else.
I would say what shall we do today sweetie?
He would shout
let's  play trains Mommy.
I made him a station and trees and tunnels.
Put sheep and cows watching the train go by.
The train set took over the playroom floor.
For his birthday I bought him a conductors
Uniform he would not take it off.

When the sickness came
I prayed to God to take me instead.
And leave my little boy here..
He answered my prayers
But he said No.
I guess that he needed a little
Boy in heaven to play trains with.

Now sometimes when I am dreaming
I see him again in the mist of dreamland.
He always is wearing his conductor's uniform.
I say Hi honey what shall we do today.
He whispers quietly
let's play trains Mommy.

He always loved
his toy train set.
we made stations
and little trees
into a  forest to
sit by his track
as the toy train
trundled along.
I made him a
station masters uniform
he would not take it off
all of the day.
It is not fair he got so sick.
I prayed for god
to take me instead
and leave him alone,
God answered my prayer
but said no.
I guess he was lonely
in heaven and needed
a little boy to play
trains with him.
I have not moved his train-set
from his playroom.
I will in a while,
but not yet,
not just yet.
sometimes in my sleep
he is paying me a visit.
I kiss him and do not
let him see
I have been crying.
I smile and say
what shall we do today honey.
he whispers back
lets play trains mommy.

You look at me my love
Your beautiful eyes
misted with sadness.
You say
Sure I am happy darling
But your voice has a faraway sound.
Even in our bed
I can hear your echoes.
I notice the sweetness of your smile
has a forced edge to it.
You say yes I am happy
But I know you keep
Your emotions bottled.
Like a child collects insects.
And I love you too much
To unscrew the top.
And let them all free.
So I put on my prettiest smile.
And say I love you too honey.
Even though
we both know the truth.

I am a lone wolf.
I hunt in the wilds
of the city.
Always watching.
Always seeking.
But alone.
I travel without a mate
I sleep alone.
Take care of myself.
Share nothing.
Answer to nobody.
Silence is my companion.
But there are cold winter nights.
When I howl at the full moon.
It’s fading glow blooms
on the frost filled air.
The coldness of it
touches my heart.
I use my sensitive nose
To seek the fragrance
of a single companion.
To last me a lifetime
and release me from
my solitary prison.

It was so very many years ago
Yet it comes to me like it was  yesterday.
we walked the pathway of the seine river.
Arm in arm.
in love for the first time
There is nothing like the first love.
Nothing at all, ever again.

We walked the busy streets of old Paris.
The perfume of blossoms intermingle
with the smell of the bakery at the patisserie

The city of romance.
Too full of lovers overflowing in that springtime.
Trying to find a little studio that we could afford.
In a Paris with no space

You stopped and held me close.
I am a guitar and the fingers
of lovers are strumming the strings
Spinning my emotions
Commanding me to stay
She said

We walked from studio to studio
seeking the pure light from the north
to touch her beauty
as I painted her for the first time.

From the sofa in my studio
She whispered to me.

I feel like it is you inside me
Your fingers playing my heart
Allowing it to beat and flow the blood.
Keeping it safe and loved.

I looked at her
so beautiful
so much what I needed
So breathtaking to me.

And there in that
distant Springtime
in Paris….

I entered her through
the door of her heart
that she left open
only for me.
And found my home
Where I would always stay

It has been many faded years since I lost you.
Yet the memories of you are indelible.
I know we were very different you and I.

You with your dreams in the heavens
Plans that were cascading in the planets.
Me, so grounded to planet earth
Afraid to take the risk of wild dreams.
Yet I loved you,
and
I swallowed my fears like a pill.
I climbed aboard your spaceship.
Even though it was inevitable that I would
Fall back to earth.

Knowing this even now
I would not change anything about us.
For just a small moment
I touched the moon and stars.
and visited the vast unknown.
And it was you who took me there

My life has been
a traffic accident
afraid to drive
on the highway.
The one that goes
to somewhere.
I crack open
my body once more.
to break out of my shell
the one I hide inside.
Like a hermit crab.
Fear uncertainty and doubt
prevail once more.
I crawl back inside myself.
then an angel calls to me
She is kind
and understands me.
She tells me it is easy
to become lost
inside Yourself.
then she reminds me.
You are made of stardust
and one day
I will take you
all the way home

All I have to cling to is losing.
I grip it like the treasure of winning.
But it covers me in shrouds.
In its touch of sadness
I can sometimes feel your fingers.
Reaching to me I grasp them
Unable to see you
For I am blinded by your loss.

Losing Jenny

It started right after Jenny died
I had a hole in my chest
where she had always been.
when she sneezed
I could feel it
when she Laughed
and when she cried.
I knew.
first I chose alcohol
but it made me
sleepless and sick
then Zoloft and ativan.
then counselling.
I still could not sleep
and spent the nights
trying to dream of her
and ask her why?
months then years
went by.
Jenny never called me
or comforted me in my dreams.
the hole in my chest
grew thin skin over it.
but never healed.
they say losing
a twin makes part of
the remaining one die too.

I found you in the sunshine
On an island painted white
You looked once in a lifetime
You took me home that night.

It was in a field of jasmine
Its fragrance in our head
I forgot all that had been
When you took me to your bed

All I did was breathe you
As I filled you in my lungs
But I always needed something new
When I was almost young

You gave me back my freedom
But I wore it like a shroud
You gave me stormy grey skies
When I needed just a cloud

You tell me not to worry
You will always be my home
it doesn't bring me comfort
I feel so ****** alone

You tell me you've  moved on now
And once more changed your name
I look up to the heavens.
And wash my tears in falling rain.

I know it was all my fault
You were all thats good Michelle
You deserve your new life
And I deserve my hell.

Losing Michelle
A Poem
By
Jude Kyrie

*I found you in the sunshine
On an island painted white
You looked once in a lifetime
You took me home that night.

It was in a field of jasmine
Its fragrance in our head
I forgot all that had been
When you took me to your bed

All I did was breathe you
As I filled you in my lungs
But I always needed something new
When I was almost young

You gave me back my freedom
But I wore it like a shroud
You gave me stormy grey skies
When I needed just a cloud

You tell me not to worry
You will always be my home
it doesn't bring me comfort
I feel so ****** alone

You tell me you've  moved on now
And once more changed your name
I look up to the heavens.
And wash my tears in falling rain.

I know it was all my fault
You were all thats good Michelle
You deserve your happy life
And I deserve my hell.

Lost at sea
by
Jude Kyrie

I need to return to the sea.
where life began for all and me.
Where teaming pools of fishes feed
And she swallows the lost with infinite greed

And though my ship may go down
I shall never drown.
For the oceans where I am meant to be
on my mother's *****
in the depths of the sea.

my poetry has become
a seagulls cry
my soul is adrift
on a becalmed sea.
This sailors wife
knitted his death
into his sweater.
the sea shall swallow me
with its infinite greed.
The cloudless sky
will take my poems
and recite them
from a place on high.
the verses melt
to a single sound.
my poetry has become
a seagulls cry.

Lost at sea
By
Jude Kyrie

My poetry has become
a seagulls cry.
My soul is adrift
on a becalmed sea.
This sailors wife
knitted his death
into this sweater.
The sea shall swallow me
with its infinite greed.
The cloudless sky
will take my poems
and recite them
from a place on high.
The verses melt
to a single sound.
My poetry has become
a seagulls cry

The cacophony of the factory
had left him deaf.
So many years
doing his routine
assembly that he hated.
Right up to the instant his heart
stopped and the tool
fell from his hand.
The heart that had yearned
for music and art.
Of a Paris bistro
with a small studio
lit with cool northern light.
A Paris springtime with
beautiful **** lady models
on his sofa.
As his brush
created her on his canvas.
This was his last thought
as the tool
rolled to a halt on the
concrete floor.

Her stars  are bright this night
Even the pale silvered moonlight
spills in pools on the pathways.

In the distance smeone is playing
Bolero on a flute.
It's melody is burning my soul.
As her lips once did.

A cat unaware of loss or passion
reflects the beauty of the
wild clematis
in its green eyes,

The crescendo of sadness
overwhelms my grief.
In the distance someone
is playing bolero on a flute.
And my soul is aching.

The cat turns
to witness my sadness.
Its eyes green and wide.
Reflecting all the darkness
of a sorrow that is
lost in infinity.

Lost in the 60s tonight.

by

Jude Kyrie


*The remnants of the smoke rings
from a thousand cigarettes.
Fill my mind with memories
that my heart just cant forget.

I know that life’s a journey.
Its the only one we get.
But when I dance among
old memories
its always you Annette.

I fell in love the instant
of the first time that we met.
We were both married to another
but it was always you Annette.

We could have spent a life together
but that's a chance we did not get.
I had a life of stolen moments
with you my sweet Annette.

I look up from the table
once more our eyes have met
as sweet as forever
it's you there sweet Annette.

My heart is full of shadows
and I am aching with regret.
You say Harry are you crying?
your eyes are red and wet.

I smile and whisper softly.
I’m alright my sweet Annette.
It's just the smoke that's rising
from my forgotten cigarette.

Nightfall brings its burdens.
Large packages of regrets
Sitting by my bed
wailing like banshees.
They call my name
all through the night.
Rest is but a distant dream now.
I see her in the moonlights bloom.
Beautiful and poised her half  smile
touching the edges of her mouth.
I respond as usual to her figure
So soft and alluring so much desire.
Reaching for her from half sleep
I hear myself begging
for her to come to me.
Accepting all the blame
It was me. always me, only me.
She is clearer now I can the
color of her bright blue eyes.
Don’t go
I say please God
do not go.
But the clouds fade the moon's glow.
In the darkness
she disappears once more
And all that is left of her
is my wailing of regret.

Sat in the window seat
of the olde English cottage.
The open bow window
providing natures salted
air conditioning from the sea.
Breaking waves below the cliffs.
the only noise in the starlit night.
I turned to see your face
the one that takes
my breath away and
Fills my heart
with hopes and dreams.
Your lips open slightly
the words
I love you
are on the tip of your tongue.
They have no need to be spoken.
Because I can feel your heart
beating with mine and I know it.
You found me and rosebud cottage.
I know one day your memory
may return
that you may have
a wife and children.
And the loss of you
will be too much
for me to bear.
So we sat there
with the sea below us
and the stars above us.
I whispered
I love you darling.
And for now
for this moment
I am happy once again.

The lovers moon has died.
It will only return
When my heart finds romance.
When the southerly winds of fate
Blow passion into my heart.
When unbridled joy dances
Like sprites in its silvered glow.
The lovers moon has died
But it will come back
When the heat of my passion
Ignites it’s fires once more.

my pen ran dry.
No words fell for me.
I looked  and looked
for a new muse.
I finally searched
through the bottom of a bottle.
I know I Did not go out to get lucky
or find oblivion.
just a place to fill my dry pen.
I found a barmaid.
she was lovely.
she filled my glass
Again and again.
All breast and doe eyes.
She had me talk
a few of my poem's.
she said I used the word
love too much.
without saying what it means.
She broke my block.
The poems poured
From me like water.
When we lay together
she broke my tears
with her acceptance.
She told me that
I did not love her
I just needed her.
When she met my mother
Mom told me she liked the way
she looked at me.
I smiled and said I liked it too.
This life was not the world
for her beauty.
She left it with
wounds from herself.
Now my poem's
flow like tap water
but it's all salty and red.

I have only been in love once
She had long blonde hair
and eyes the color of the ocean.
She smelled of
blossoms in springtime.
We held hands
and walked the town.
Except near her home
her father could not stand me
"a go nowhere dreaming poet loser."
She wrote me a letter once
she said she wanted to
set my soul on fire
but her father had a fire hose.
So on the day that
the seasons changed from
autumn to winter.
She left me alone
with nothing except
the faint fragrance
of a lost springtime.

We were seventeen or eighteen in Nam
we became friends forever.
No more than friends.
Soldiers get closer than wives.
We went to sleep saying
I love you man.
We switched letters
For our girlfriends.
In case… well just in case.

The bullets rained
in the clearing that night.
I can still see the tracer lights.
Guys fell down all around me.
Crying everywhere.
Airpower cleared them away.

I looked for Joe he was lay there.
I held him close
like a baby as he left us.
His last words
I love you man.
I whispered to him
Not as much
as I love you Man
.
I did not notice I had been hit.
After six months I returned home.
In West Virginia his beautiful girl
Opened the door of a small trailer.
She had a baby in her arms.
Her blue eyes welled with tears.
I passed the unopened letter to her.
I lied and said the blood
on it was mine.

She passed the baby
to me to hold
As she read the letter.
I kissed his tiny forehead.
And said see buddy
You’re not dead at all
I love you Man.

Even as a boy.
I always thought  I knew
what love  looked like.
She was soft curvy and blonde
with beautiful blue eyes.

I looked for her for years
and she finally showed up.
When she showed up
she was brunette wore glasses
that hid her brown eyes .
she hated my music
hated my friends
and in the end
she hated me.

It was ten years
before  love returned again.
This time she had a
short blonde pixie cut.
Green eyes and a perma smile.
She taught me that when a
woman is smiling it does not
reflect what she is thinking.
She played music all the time
that someone  else bought her.
She did buy me
my favorite ice cream though.
But she would eat it all
in midnight food binges.
as her music played.

I am now waiting for love
to come again.
It's been five years
but I know love
will show up.
I am sure of it.
when love left me I asked it to
leave my door open.
I kissed love softly goodbye.
And there were no tears.

I whispered softly to love.
thanks for coming to visit me.
I love it when you are around.
Don't be a stranger Love.
come back and see me soon.

Be kind to her
Gently replace the shattered
pieces of her sweet heart.
The heart that I
so cruelly broke.
Tell her how
beautiful she looks
in the morning light.
When her hair tumbles
carelessly upon her shoulders.
when she touches
your cheek
and whispers
I love you
say to her that
you love her more.

When you find her crying
for no reason
do not question her
let her cry in silence.
For she has seen much
to cry about
in her young life.
Remember this upon
her sad days.

Always love her as she
deserves to be loved.
And never take her love
for granted.
Love her with
all your heart
not just part of it.

Love her every day
of your life.
For when she leaves you
she never returns.
As I found out too late.

In the line for the cinema
it was raining quite hard
a steady drizzle.

A young man
in front of me.
took off his coat and
put it over both
him and his girlfriend.
like a small shelter
from the world.
She smiled and
kissed him affectionately.

He kissed her back
on the tip of her nose.
Happily they went into
the cinema. together.

The movie was awful.
so I started thinking
about the couple again
I hoped they
loved each other.
Eventually getting married
and would always be
so good and caring.

Because theres just
not enough of that
kind of love going
around anymore.

Love invasion

*Here I go again.
I can hear the rattling
of the heavy chains
Padlocked to the door
of my heart.

The crumbling
of tall granite walls
built to keep love out of me.

The light is getting in now
you have got inside of me.
Just enough to make me
fall in love again.

I cannot hold my breath
Before the look of you
takes it away.
A final crash as all my
defences crumble.
You are standing in the rubble.
So much beauty
So much what I need.

I am falling apart
at the power of you.
Then without my consent
You write  your name
Indelibly on my soul.

Love invasion
By
Jude Kyrie

Here I go again
I can hear the rattling
of the heavy chains
I locked the door
of my heart with.
The crumbling
of granite walls
built to keep love out.
The light is getting in now
you have got inside.
Just enough to make me
fall in love again.
I cannot hold my breath
Before the look of you
takes it away.
A final crash as all my
defenses crumble.
You are standing in the rubble.
I am falling apart
at the power of you.
Then without my consent
You write your name
Indelibly on my soul.

love letter.
by
Jude Kyrie

I know we are different
you and I.
you chasing everywhere
me standing perfectly still.
you move about your world
so different from mine.
your dreams are tainted
blue from the sky.
you are so close to the sun.
Yet I know how grounded I am
perhaps too close
to the roots of green earth.
I know you scare me.
but I will swallow my fears
like a pill.
and climb onto your flight.
we will soar upon
thermals from heaven.
Gliding like gracefull swallows.
And if ever I should fall
I will look into the
vastness of space.
And know that
I have been there
and it was you
who took me there.

I know we are different
you and I.
you chasing everywhere
me standing perfectly still.
you move about your world
so different from mine.
your dreams are tainted
blue from the sky.
you are so close to the sun.
Yet I know how grounded I am
perhaps too close
to the roots of green earth.
I know you scare me.
but I will swallow my fears
like a pill.
and climb onto your flight.
we will soar upon
thermals from heaven.
Gliding like gracefull swallows.
And if ever I should fall
I will look into the
vastness of space.
And know that
I have been there
and it was you
who took me.

Love letter to my soulmate.
by
Jude Kyrie

For so long I have waited.
Waited to see your smile
to hear your voice
to look into your eyes.

I know you are looking for me
for I am the one
who is your destiny.

Let your soul travel
when you sleep my love.
Let it look in the far reaches
of Land sea and space.
Even on the dark side
of the moon.
For I have released my soul
on a quest to find you.

I know when our souls meet
they will know each other
from many lifetimes
And they will dance in the light
filled with joy.

Do not lose faith
that we will find
each other my love.
For we are real.
We exist.
Just as the stars exist
even when they cannot
be seen in the light
of the sun.

The morning light cascades
into my dreamy sleep.
he lies next to me
I am enfolded in his arms
like angels wings.
his eyes as blue
as the wild Montana sky.
I still love him.
and despite the frightening
complications of love.
I will stay with him
my body now an altar
for him to worship.
I am no longer a permission
but a sacred right.
as I will worship
those eyes
that smile
and his angels wings.

Love on a winters day

The park is renewed this winter’s day.
A soft coat of fresh fallen snow.
Bringing its beauty to the world
In virginal freshness.
It silently shouts look at me
Look how new I am.
Sharing its state of grace
With all that will observe.

On the frozen pond nearby
Colorful skaters speed in a blur.
Spinning and curving
in pure graceful movements.
We stop to enjoy the scene

She pulls me to her closely
The snowflakes catching
upon her eyelashes
Melting like tears of joy.
We embrace and kiss
in this wonderland.

She whispers
I love you honey.
My heart melts the snow
with its warmth.

The skaters
are intoxicated by speed.
We are intoxicated by love.

Love Poem

*I want to write you a love poem.
Not May time and flowers.
But burning with passion
And desires so much so
It will slow down time itself
to a motionless crawl
dragging out the seconds
Until you return to my bed.

Filling your thoughts with blood red lust.
As dangerous as the charging rapids
of the mountain rivers
after the winter snow melts.
So intense it burns away propriety
And we feast on its wild ancient flavors.
So encapsulating
upon reading its words.
You will unfasten your hair
as you drop everything else
and run to me.

And when we meet
No words
No words
No words
Let's not waste our breath on words.

There is an angel in my heart.
She is beautiful
and so loving and sweet..
Yet I can hear her
weeping sometimes
inside my chest
She wants to be allowed
out of me
To let everyone see her.
But I keep her captive there,
She is my very private angel.

People can see only
the worldly old tough me.
the one who doesn't
take wooden nickels.
The man who never cries.
With a Missouri
show me attitude

But then sometimes
When the night is long
and quiet.
And the Moonlight blooms
through the starlit window.
you are lay beside me
You are  so beautiful
and full of your
feminine softness.

I let her out
Only for you to see her.
She changes the glow
of the gentle moonlight
that outlines your body.
She frames your hair
like a halo.

She softens my voice.
It loses all my
masculine hardness
Almost to a gentle whisper,
I say stupid things.
That the tough old me
would never say.

Like
I love you honey.
you are the most
beautiful thing in my life.
And I love you
so very much honey.
and
I was blessed the day
I found you.
I do not think
I could make it
Without you.

She makes me
gentle and loving.
It must be some kind
of Angel magic.

But then as the morning
yawns sunlight into
our bedroom window.
I put my angel
into her prison again
And get ready to face
the garish world.
For just one more day.

Maybe a nearby star will
supernova
and build a giant black hole.
So powerful
the sun and moon
will be swallowed
into its depths.
So fast the earth will disappear.
At lightening speed.
perhaps then
I would think of you
for the very last time