Sweet surrender

I hold your head.
I open my doors,
For soul’s eyes to look within;
A creative embrace,
An empty space
To paint in colors of love.

I frame your face.
A chance to delve
Inside where outside cannot go.
A time to know
A moment’s glow,
Where sense has no dominion.

I caress your hair,
Feather a dream
To skylark soar above routine.
The stains of life
Caress the knife
That cuts the bonds of doubt.

I ask you now
To give your all
And spill the careful cup of years.
Release to me
The secret key
To open the door on your heart.

Lost on 11th Avenue

The light fails,
The cyclic long decline of dusk
Belongs to us again.
The ever neutral sun has gone
And calm calamity cradles the earth.

The darkness
In indifference ghosts in.
The cold and never-found are here,
Still clinging to unheeded hopes
That diminish and dissolve in these quiet nights.

How many
Hurt unheard in the hidden spaces?
The dishonored die daily,
Failing the deadly demands of life;
Those who cannot conform.

Stripped of safety,
Tears freeze on frightened faces,
Hunched alone in friendless places-
Yet feeling and being as you or me
Who have all yet nothing when we turn away.

High above this
destiny

I can see your private
mystery

Mechanical wasp controls
the hive

Its sensors are buzzing and about
to go live

Over the shoulder, around
the bend

The naked you is about
to trend