I longed for red lips,
red roses and rest,
soft cotton and comfort,
found upon her smooth breast.

The red of her love so entangled me,
But oh how I did crave the pain
To banish my own mediocrity
And burn in her molten red rain

In our days we danced so wildly,
Through red skies so happy we flew,
But soon our red turned to crimson,
A red much too heavy for two.

Now I long for white roses,
A somber display,
I’ll curse it in horror,
And fling it away.

I have forgotten it all
All but my name
Where I lived
Who I loved
And why
I am simply me
Sad and unlovely
And when I’m alone
I tell myself lies
That no one else believes.

Have you ever been where raindrops fall
in shades of purple gold and blue,
where in the clouds such beauty sings
of breezy days in June

Have you ever been so light and free
of human bonds and plight,
to laugh aloud with a pleasantry,
that blooms within you bright!

Have you ever been alone at dusk,
to see the lonely moon,
and wonder where it finds such light,
to brighten up your view.

Have you ever been where raindrops fall,
in shades of purple gold and blue,
and if you have did they rain,
their beauty down on you?

For May,
Feb, 1989

I am blind in your eyes,
Pupils enameled hard,
against your glow.
When moonlight grace,
through treetops trace,
Our hearts then twined
still shine dark within our souls.
You are elusive as perfume,
a wavering gust of wind,
Not long will you remember me,
Nor those secret places I have been.

I am a solitary light in your sight,
a shadow short marked
for our rapturous flight.
I cannot ask,
for the cast of your body.
I cannot ask for the taste,
of your tongue.
You leave me from under the sheet,
your dark eyes drinking me in.
Now alone and awake I lay there,
Tangled damp in the silk of our sin.

She had a clear wind sheltered loveliness,
Like pale streams winding,
Through fair green hills withdrawn.
Dawn,
Was her lifting fancy,
but her heart was cherry blossoms
the color of quietness,
And shade in the afternoon.