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The sky’s nose is pressed to the window of a loner’s heart
Knowing something dances in the bottom
And it stands in front of him

Nothing in life shows what a loner really feels
More than that fountain of ink
Whispering from her pen

Still the sky wonders if there is anything really there
Or if a loner’s heart is merely full
Of emptiness dancing bare

You can see the sky’s ear pressed ever so closely  
Against the window of a loner’s heart
Listening to the pulsing beat

Knowing something wondrous dances in the bottom
It is timeless yet, still he wonders
If it only dances in the ink
Copyright @2011- Neva Flores Smith
She filled your air pretending to be life-giving water
Yet now you know that she is fire
As she clouded your vision of the world around you
You quickly traded your dreams for her desires

She watched with great pleasure as you pushed away all
To give her your undivided attention
Finding fault in every single move you made
While you stood alone with no honorable mention

Her warmth and beauty has held you under her spell
Stubbornly calling your thirst benign
For what now seems like forever a day and a year
Still, of her life giving water there is no sign

Now you find yourself longingly staring into the air
Seeking a tall cool glass of respite
To quench your thirst and refresh your dry spirit
Restoring your dreams to your sight

Continue seeking life-giving water with great patience
With the most vigilant care
In the vessel of a warrior fearless and wise
There is respite for your thirst in the essence of air
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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I like your
curled beneath me
smooth legs and outside
wind pushing trees against the house
of your mouth

I brush my lips
where the window meets the leaf
each separate nerve
grows a bud














(published on Big City Lit web site—The Art of the Kiss
http://www.nycbigcitylit.com/contents/PoetryTheKiss.html )
A severe civility rests within
the soul,
of the broken hearted man.

That burn which test, his fabric's core
has torn
the once strong warp; no more.

His eyes are filled, of far off light;
enough
for only, each sole night.

His words may break in lines, between
the bones,
of the sentence, of his meaning.

Not the whole man, he used to be
for reasons
less obvious, to you and me.

He keeps his grief apart, so he
can bury it
some place, secretly.

And though he never go there again:
his eyes
his loved one's shroud, still rend.
Your far forgotten hands and face
Fly past the door, past earthly embrace
Where soul runs it’s sleep-flying dreams aground
And then on past the deep blue refrain we breathe,
Past kisses that could slay the need
Of the missing man’s loneliest journeys.

Moon still makes the old darkness come alive,
And the skies sun-wizened words still left some light;
Enough to brand new eyes of a child,
Or enough for finding dreams of peace
Hidden within a many colored world;
Or reflecting forever-stars, worn on a lapel,
As if living till the end really mattered at all.
Forgive me if I chewed too fast,
And swallowed up all your niceties;
Crunching the pastoral love letters,
Stiffened with a backbone, of dried sobs,
And not fully tasting the briny salt of the tears.

It's just that I've been starved for so long
For some genuine emotion in another
That wasn't drying at the bottom of some jar,
Or trapped in dust on some faded bouquet,
Forgotten in the back of a seldom opened drawer.

And even if it had to be love, so be it-
Though sorrow often tastes nearly as sweet.
I miss you, and I'm afraid to ask
Where you've gone, where you've been,
How you are, and most of all, if you still are-

I fear the answer most, that doesn't come,
The reply that never arrives:
Bravery was never my forte.

But I wanted to say I miss you
And that I imagine you doing well-
Because that's the only vision I can withstand.

I wish I were the kind could shore up another,
Be their rock and guide, through stormy days.
Unfortunately, I am only that one who stays quietly faithful
In the inner heart, till the very end.

But I can't imagine there being an end to you
Or of that vision that you are the only container of
Ever met with, in my lifetime of knowing.

So I will only say, I wish you well, forever
Come what may, and hope that we will meet again-
Some other, better day.
To my friend, whether in darkness or or in light. ;)
tears to remember
with candles lit to honor
heart's memorials
a ramdom act of kindness
from a very special friend

my candle's aflame
a warmth that spans the distance
from my house to yours
with roses and baby's breath
for a very special friend
© December 24, 2010

For Stephanie
May the memories not vanish,
Of this day which will pass
And beloved voices remain,
Though the hours not last

For dancing with angels,
Whose eyes crowned you prince;
And a thousand nights stars
In the far light, have rent

With twinkles, to remind you,
To rest your eyes where
Other eyes will be watching
One life, very dear.

Eternity's gate can wait for an hour,
Ennobled of God, from the dust once raised up
By his breath, turmoil ceasing;
You shall know you are blessed.
For my dear friend, a wish for all good things to come..
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