I need a refill for my soul
those clamoring hands
drained the dregs
Art, beauty, gentle love
bring the peace to fuel my moments
refill the empty
heart desires still
strengthened will
to shower love from beating chest
brushed with spectrums of love
dusted with the magic of art
refill this soul to shower gifts
along the day again

Fall scents, squirrels dash,
children chatter & laugh let out from school,
wind rushing fast, cement path
rattles, speeding by...

happy memory, moments shared
a continent apart

different paths, different parks, different worlds
Merge
in those brief sections of time
two minds, two hearts
share eternal moments
through this shared experience


Remember that time
Blading in the park?

When I die
Let me be Queen for a day
Let me prepare for death as for a wedding
I don’t want to go Fading
& losing Life inch by inch along the day
until friends & family say
“Her mind is gone
visiting other worlds
mostly of miseries”
I don’t want to cry out in the night Scared
and scaring those
who in sleepless misery bathe my rice-paper skin out of love or duty
Let me not go a Burden
or burdened by pain, insanity, dementia
Let me say good-bye
Lucid and happy
A final farewell party
Before a final sleep of peace

Frosty greetings on the green outside my door
Icy tracings left by frozen spectres of the night
Mirroring the lonely lines inside my mind
Where chilly ghosts of you remind my reaching arms
That as the summer brown-eyed Susans you have wilted
Gone, those sunny petals of your wistful smile
Left alone the dotted memories of a love forever chained
Yet, I will don my winter coverings
Crunch my searching feet through browning leaves
and frostbitten grassy dreams
Ever seeking through the changing seasons
For your hidden love—somewhere, somehow it beats
A muffled song of your desire persisting
Memories hibernating, not forgotten, our forever passion
Cryopreserved this autumn morning
Awaiting an awakening
of your love

If I made you feel like just one
of several parentheses in my life,
I am sorry, full of remorse, apologies & change

The truth is I wish you had been the book!
(my heart remains enclosed by your parentheses)

I wish we even yet could build
sentences & paragraphs, pages & chapters...
I wish we could live a book Together?

It seems the pen has dried. . .
I wonder why?

You are where my dreams go when looking for a nest
My soul seeks yours in freeing words when needing peaceful rest
Your heart will always be The Missing Piece of my own
Though I still hope the “missing” leaves  and we are simply Home

...

but until then, I offer:
tuck my love & care in your pocket
and keep me there, safe
draw on it when you need
(you’re going in my pocket, too)

As the rain falls now past midnight,
and I am wet with satisfaction
contemplations wander:
I know intricacies of desire,
the maps of my pleasure
Yet still wish to learn more of yours
to memorize each line of your body
learn the paths to your finale
to experiment & to find
your harmonies
Pleasures traced along your nerves,
to play the notes of your excitement,
to hold your hardness in my hands
and tease the lingering...
I would know your body as I know my own
then merge our pleasures,
rewriting the sublime
I would ignite the flames of passion shared
Erupting in the night
this erupting heart
but a flickering start
of the fire I’d feed
in the heart of your need

Oh, yes, my Love!
I would memorize your body
as I have mine...
to draw the stories of shared ecstasy
in lines that merge into resounding songs of love
Explosive
Our pleasure perfected
...I WOULD! (if I could)

yet, here & now,
in these silent secret moments
of the silent sleeping midnight rain
I mourn
Alone
that I may never memorize
nor might we yet merge again
our pleasures
perfected