I enjoy the place your poetry takes me
your art is undeniable

a place in the Universe I never guessed existed

-unfolds in my soul when you sing it

We could have been lovers
our bodies hungry for the *******

our souls riding the outer stars
where new worlds are created


I enjoy your poetry, and the place it takes me
I am forever wondering

wandering along the hidden paths
of your soul-sense poems

the songs you sing
and leave me

leave me a better person
than I could ever have imagined.

Subject

Shortly after our
first date I joked
Don’t make me write a poem about you.

It’s been a year and I laugh
because my poems
have become your home.

It’s been a year and
you’re kissing
someone else and
I’m just kissing people
who aren’t you.

Waking up next to you
for the last time
we knew it was and
we had to tell each other
not to cry so we could
kiss for the last time

When we broke
you said to me
I don’t want to be the subject of one of your poems.

But I warned you.

Lunar eclipse
The blood moon nearing totality
Allowing stars to shine
Midnight
Statues without  time
The sweet taste of wine

I'm here.
Am I ?
I don't see the walls  or the doors
I see you,
My two nightowls
Walking  through  the night
Talking, laughing
Standing quiet
A fire in your eyes
watching the city lights.

Midnight
And the time stands still
The bridge to the end
to which I'm near
You both just starting
So young and full of life
Give me your hands !
Let us fly
Above the city lights
Over the river and glassy spires
The rhythm of your hearts
Resonates
Happy and sad
They complement.

Midnight
And the time is still
My old soul remembering  my youth
Happy and sad
Rejecting the truth
Living now
Young again
You have so much to give
Open your wings in a full flight
For mine are now clipped.

And yes, I'm here
Forever remembering the city spires
The music
The laughter  and fire in your eyes
The bridge to the end
Happy and sad
my soul
Without fear.

I know it's hard
The tears they flow
The pain it hurt
Nobody knows
You wanna quit
The winning towel
Just hold on it's the last hour.

If I write it down
Maybe I'll stop thinking about you
And all the things
I wish I knew.

The names I would've called you
The nicknames you called me
Our talks of foreign films and ghosts
And your love of 1960s.

It's too far now
It's been a month since we spoke
And we could've had what we wanted
If I didn't need to know.

Though darkness now itself abounds
Many dreams can still be found
For every moment spent in sorrow
Possibilities ring full tomorrow
I may be a human being
Who also soars on golden wing
In a heart once filled with song
Fear can never last too long.