Out of summer linen

the pale scent of roses

rises

like your red hair

rising from the azure sea

Your skin the color of linen

waiting on the old bed

waiting for the afternoon

the siesta

the swoon

While the scent of roses

rises

from your linen flesh

Pink succulent

slightly warm

A cool breeze touches

the gauze curtains

Licks the salt on

your skin

Snatches your scent

carrying it on a wanton wind

back out to sea

i waited for the sun

only grey shadow played

across the lawn and stray dog toy

i waited to see your shadow

shade me from a sun

hidden behind a black cloud

the dog is dead

the dog toy should be thrown

away and i

should leave this place

of memory and you

summer picnics dog barking

sun beating on pale skin

you weaving your hands

on my back with lotion

and the kiss swift and taunting

the laughter running

to the bright white sand

blinding and ocean blue

as blueberries

i should leave as i feel rain

coming coming to this place

where the sun

has forgotten to shine

i should take the dog toy

to spare it from the

rain

i should leave

i should leave now

you are

a dark thing

between shadow and light

hidden

till i find you

fresh earthy fragrance

your cold hand on

my chest

in sleep

you live darkly

in my slumber

as a blue vapor hovers

in the room

you will dissolve

as the dark blood

leaves my

memory

drained of breath

till you cease to be

or we finally

burn together

I came here to die

or write the truth

They left me behind

the car with no roof

I have little water

my throat so dry

Pen and pencil

can't sketch this sky

There is no sky here

only a white sheet

I smell summer linen

a snake at my feet

It's all curled up and

looking dead

All but its poisonous

little head

Red tongue flicks out

i feel the sting

Finally able to sit

and write this thing

Waves of heat rise

before my eyes

I'm going blind

before i die

Now this thing will

not get written

The desert got me

and i am smitten

Your coin colored eyes

were a disguise

Shiny bright and almost new

My eyes would turn away

from you

The glare of surf and sand

waves of rising fog

Created a mirage as

you blinded me

and took my hand

You lead me down the

lonely beach

To a place where no one

speaks

I looked into your eyes

at last

And found my sight

my voice

my dance

I started to cry

beneath our old willow

tree

Those tender thoughts

of you and me

So many years

have come and gone

The love we shared

burnished by sun

Jumping off the old

wood pier

Wet kisses before

we got to shore

You gave me a ring

it made my finger black

I carry that ring still

in a sack

They told me you'd

died

in some crazy war

No matter the memories

I still want to store

I stand alone under

the old willow tree

I remember your love

and it sets me free...

Love conquers all

under this tree

The signs ignored

in apathy and guilt

Death receives a special invitation to

the dance of mindless violence

Sound is red with blood

a single sigh translates

pain of dying hope

Hearts pound like ocean waves

in a storm

The body frail

in the face of gun, knife or bomb

Only the soul survives

the ravages of chaos and death

While, time the thief

steals memory

Minds pale in grief

in an unshaven darkness

of impending horror...