Would you care to share the white of clouds with me today?
unsullied, grave, immense. Our heartbeats hand in hand,
entwined salacious and intense.
Thoughts unspooled  before  we  learned of  so called sin,
the sky
remembered  innocence
folds it softly,
tucking daylight in.
thanks old friend.
You knocked the bottle over
and I spilled the ashtray again .

You have given us more than we are thankful for
and I for one am glad we are not keeping score.
What grace could wound,
and yet forgive, within?
Rain and my appreciation
where to begin?

In the silver hush where tide and twilight meet ?
I know you there in the breath between the pulse of wave and shore,
a mirror made of dusk, too still,
languorous
sweet,
it asks for nothing, yet  we  ache for more.
A silence hums  in those sweaty heartbeats
wanting  more,
and more and more.
To give it all and take it all
with the ones that we adore.

A stare that cuts like a blade of grass still trembling
after rain,
apology and soft refrain.

Petrichor drunk so green so deep
it stings the watcher’s eyes,
the scent of earth that births both loss and gain,
the world remade in miniature surprise.
We bend to see,
fall as rain
and learn the soul’s disguise.
to a mother we reach for  her
arms outstretched to touche
the skies.

Our moon’s and her pale face
on waters yet unclaimed,
spends itself in silver, bright, obscene.
Each ripple whispers what  isn't named
two heart’s reflections, sharp
diamond
touching
aquamarine
We drown in longing
for what (?)
is never seen.

So moves the spark
through leaf,
through bone,
through whiskey, through  air,
a light that owns us though it wears no face.
To you,  does It speak ?
in color,  now
in shape,
or fleeting care
not love, not truth, but some more sacred trace.
We reach, and vanish, yearning for  grace.
But too often find only the ugliness of the human race.

A simple natural perfection
once gleaned.
A foolish pedestal
unrequited
challenges a heart so pure
once delighted.