Wild flower fields—
Only smoulder while she flames,
Her yellow sun dress.

Light skin tone
pretty Latin lady
tattoos, brown hair
curvy, with pretty eyes

close to the Texas coast
A discreet approach
older Latin guy

starting talking
friendly, but cautious
looked into your blue eyes
like the same weird music

sipped on bulleit bourbon
talked surprisingly deep stuff
we walked back through fireflys

curiosity, genuine attraction
exchanged some hot words
your interest further peaked
You even told me your wants

Get speechless
See you almost every day
Still haven't said a word  
Could mean something
I no idea your situation
Makes me nervous
Not always accurate
Assume you are happy
Whatever your situation
Your a beauty with out a question Caught my attention
Chance there's a connection
I could ask
Maybe one day
I'll have the courage to talk to you
Even if rejection occurs

Sometimes I wonder
If I was born at the wrong time
Everyone has that someone
Truly meant for them
Maybe just maybe
I missed mine
Maybe
My soulmate took a different road
That slight miss in timing
That person is gone
I do believe that date
Always crosses our paths
Many times I hesitated
Not knowing if it was fate
If I would see her again
So I leave my future in fates hand
Stars passing through the night
I hope ours collide
May I find my soulmate
By fate

We grew up together
I pulled your hair, you kicked my shins...repeatedly....with vigour
I taught you to skateboard
You taught me to tip cows....make a rope swing and cheat at kiss chase
I taught you to roll cigarettes
You taught me to shoot whiskey, drop acid and roll joints
I took you to the fairground
You took me to an illegal rave and screamed RUN!!! when the police arrived
Years between us, you older, me younger
Yet here I am, the bad influence
While your **** smells of roses!
I showed you my writing
You gave me directions....here
I will always be grateful for that
I will always be grateful for you.

I saw my world again through your eyes
As I would see it again through your children's eyes.
Through your eyes it was foreign.
Plain hedge hawthorns were peculiar aliens,
A mystery of peculiar lore and doings.
Anything wild, on legs, in your eyes
Emerged at a point of exclamation
As if it had appeared to dinner guests
In the middle of the table. Common mallards
Were artefacts of some unearthliness,
Their wooings were a hypnagogic film
Unreeled by the river. Impossible
To comprehend the comfort of their feet
In the freezing water. You were a camera
Recording reflections you could not fathom.
I made my world perform its utmost for you.
You took it all in with an incredulous joy
Like a mother handed her new baby
By the midwife. Your frenzy made me giddy.
It woke up my dumb, ecstatic boyhood
Of fifteen years before. My masterpiece
Came that black night on the Grantchester road.
I ****** the throaty thin woe of a rabbit
Out of my wetted knuckle, by a copse
Where a tawny owl was enquiring.
Suddenly it swooped up, splaying its pinions
Into my face, taking me for a post.

I ask myself if I can do it
knowing deep down I can't
but the aching failure follows me
and calls me back again.
I oblige once more and get my pen,
sliding it angrily against this paper
because this crap is better than
a
blank
page.

I hammer words into a sentence
rhythmic prayer or even a stanza
push my chosen into the furnace
until heated red hot retrieval
and hammer over and over
ringing on the heart-shaped anvil
Until exhausted fall onto knees silent
silent with waiting for an answer

The walk to school this morning
was an interesting affair
we talked of life and jellybeans
as laughter filled the air.
Your cape it started flapping
In the sea shore breeze
You shouted you were flying
higher than the tallest trees.
You kicked a hundred pebbles up
to orbit round the moon
and on your head you placed a wig
of finest seaweed green.
Then as we approached the gates
you ran inside to play
your cape gone south
your wig askew
that's how you start your day.
The children all dressed neatly
hair parted, brushed and combed
but you my boy, in cape and wig
the finest of them all.