Interweave a smile into the skin
As the grass caresses a gentle laugh
The trees sway in a careless motion
And the warmth grows anew

A touch of identical emotions
Met between the eyes of curiosity
Embrace the fleeting and turn to run
Bare of material and bear no worries

Without shame to cover the past
Danced in the meadows of folly
Tensed in the present of rested fate
In the solitude that brings peace

Press the grass between the fingers
Hidden in spaces secret to the world
Warmth between the dimming sun
And the breeze of the brightened moon

Told of poetry and sweeter things
Thieves of words and beating hearts
Of pretty damsels, wide-eyed in mystery
Tales of fancies, young and old

True to heart and mind alike
Brazen to brash quotes and lines
Blushed by the rose of fair cheeks
To dream of memories spoken to mind
Is to live freely in the confines of love

© 2007

Coriander
The recent smell of caffeine
In the empty cup, with her
Teeth marks in the Styrofoam.
Thyme
Crushed with the lemon aside
The stain from her cut is
Nearly gone, yet it never dried.

It's nearly there...
The scent of her skin.
It's nearly there...
As she turns away from me.

P-e-p-Bless you-p-e-r
Spoon against her lips; scolding
Still sneeze on a kiss… sending her away.
Salt
Without the knife parting the layers
While the smell will sting her eyes
Only if she'd wipe the cutting board clean.

It's nearly there...
The scent of her skin
It's nearly there...
As she turns away from me.

© 2007

I woke in a dream of her skin
Seven layers of reasons I could not own
When the rain came and splashed on her soul
I spread the colors all around me

I’ve saved the sun for her today
Even though I could not hold it
And spilled it all over her
“Are these the stars that I owe you?”

The stone room she put me in
Still echoes without the windows
The gear box still stutters with rust
I can’t lose time without crying.

I could never find her time
Walking around with my heart full of clocks
And I cheated only with stolen second hand rewinds
I just could not make up for what I had lost.

© 2007

Strewn across the subtle cheeks of a dawning moon
With fields indifferent, prosaic to the sight
Lie here we, two of unknown
A marketplace amid the glances of the trees
The entice of personal intersections, interlocking fingers
Breathe here we, two of something
The planetary axis which revolves minds
Communications between the satellites' equivalent sight
Exist here we, two of everything
The layers of earthen blankets rest stonework of proof carved
In cradle-craft eternity stars moved in time's untested arms
Forever here we, two of nothing.

© 2007

What is left of the window smudge
when the lips that yearn kiss against
a bitter reflection of what isn't real?

It's a solemn wish towards that hope,
for one faithless day the eyes will play,
play trickery into the hearts of one crowd
but pierce but one heart in an earnest gavotte.

"Will you see me today?"

"I will see you again, someday."

And there was the glimpse of what is not,
the aura of self-release into those eyes
but betrayed and hollowed, no one loves more.

The copious crowd dispersed, save one soul-
Waiting effortlessly in the seconds that
none could cherish more than their own.

"You see me today."

"I saw you, someday."

© 2007

I could hold my breath and still feel empty,
void of air and all the things she swore are here.
When every wrong move presents the defects in me
and she wonders why I don’t speak as often out of bed.

I could write it again, but a hundred times more wouldn’t help her.
If she doesn’t believe in it now, then there just nothing more to say.
Stared out my window and let the sounds I hear dictate my heartbeats
of the silent night where her smiles were still never mine.

I see through the looking glass, but it lacks a certain quality
that suggests I’m not ready to hear the sound of a smirk across her lips.
Her attention to me and the love fades slowly like water ripples…
now I know that I’m not the only one stealing her smile.

But calling it jealousy gives it such a horrible undertone
and I know that I can’t be the center of her world every time.
But for the hours I have left before my clock’s plug exits the wall-
Hey, I know I liked the sound of the alarm that she rung in my heart.

© 2007

Lurking in the bellowed silence
A nameless note fills the void.
Passive aggressive mid-tone
Too high strung on this expectation
To linger a lullaby in this remorse.

To whisper soft the fallacy in mind,
To brush off the redemption with
A subtle sweep of a hand-cherished wind.
Murky and visionless wonders abound
To the closing of a tether-less heart.

Be it that sounds play vital veins
Or illusions part reality to satisfy
The conscious limbs of a devotion
Touching the world inside the field
The fission of the split second.

And it was love.

© 2006