He was at one time good
but now
she cant stand him
wants him gone,
out of  her face,
out of her head,
out of her world.
Those loving times spent together
fade away into the air
and only little bits are left to breath in,
they will soon be released along with the others,
and he will be gone.

If this ceiling were the floor,
I'd be taller than the windows.
When we kiss I feel like I am standing in a pool of cold, rising water.
You'll constantly be surrounded by things you need to avoid.
Extraordinary is seeing around you.

Cannot tell you how I truly feel
Keep this secret for as long as I can
Never going to tell you
Not a soul to speak to
Hard to be subtle
Taking a chance
To be in your favor

Once upon a time my heart danced

Now it is torn from my very soul

Once upon a time we romanced

Now I am just a gapping hole



You are gone and left me incomplete

I feel this lonely life begin to creep

With you our love was the meaning of elite

Now I am left here, where no one sees me weep



This man, this heart is in isolation and pain

Not knowing how to be able to move on

My tears are hidden by the cold rain

I have lost her now and she is gone





copyright January 2009

Chris Smith

Your calloused hands!
I used to want to claim them
for my wooden treasure chest.
Spending all of eternity
holding both.

You rejected me,
or should I say politely
denied me such pleasures.

And now I tell you frankly,
no woman but me,
would have
cherished those
elephant skin hands.

I love food
It is good
Some tastes like wood
Wood is good

XXXVIII

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white,
Slow to world-greetings, quick with its ‘Oh, list,’
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here, plainer to my sight,
Than that first kiss. The second passed in height
The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,
Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed!
That was the chrism of love, which love’s own crown,
With sanctifying sweetness, did precede.
The third upon my lips was folded down
In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,
I have been proud and said, ‘My love, my own.’