I shall see you in the night
where all is not what it seems

The mist surrounds as I lay there waiting
hoping to know you just once more

Whispers are calling you
Visions are haunting you
And all is not what it seems

My touch, my soul, are etched in your mind
never wavering from your dreams

I will come to you
I will take you
into the night, into the night
where all is not what it seems....

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

my tongue unfurls to the dry desert of my mouth
like a snake writhing in a dark cave,
unwinding slow
luring me from the abyss
that is my subconscious unconscious
escaping into the night.

Shades hide the shining forehead of the sun
as the earth rotates
birthing a new day
stealing the night away.

The dream fades along with the shiny flickers
on the backs of my eyelids
and I reach out to the empty space
next to me,
a breathy fear arises due to your absence
my palm flattens the warm gap you’ve left.

I turn away from the window
from the new day
from the hole you’ve created
shattering my complete comfort,
when I see your shadow emerge
in the cracked light of the doorway.

You come closer
holding a glass
a slosh whispers
as you place it in my hand
my fingertips, your knuckles
brush.

I close my eyes,
and put the brim to my lips
the snake writhes in anticipation.
I roll the edge along my bottom lip
before tipping it back
letting the water fall
and slide down the valley
of my throat
and hills that form my esophagus
surfing down like silk sliding off fingertips.

The water coats my throat
until it is wet
with satisfaction
My tongue dances
in the circumference of the empty glass.

My eyes open
and your shadow has evaporated,
next to me
your warmth delivers a shiver,
my thirst quenched
a new day drips closer.

When I first met you in the wood
T'was like the hunter found his hart

I searched for you my swimmer pale
Like Ahab searched for his white whale

I walked for long with bow in hand
And quiver full of cupids arrows

Like the hind you were so quick
And I lost you in the forest thick

But sometimes I would see a hint
The sound of footfalls in dead sprint

Then I would try to catch and run
Thinking that my prize was won

But always you had come and gone
The most elusive adult faun

I never could quite shoot my dart
And never could quite hit your heart

In sadness I left to go
And heard your gentle hoofbeats slow

I turned and looked beyond the snow
And I saw you there my lovely doe

So timidly you looked at me
Simply wanting to be free

So I stayed my hand and bow
And waited in the cold white snow

For now I know that if you chase
The hunted will seek out more space

An eternity it seemed
While my breath in cold air steamed

And then you took a step towards me
But still I waited by the tree

And then you were by my side
Affection for you I could not hide

Finally I have got you deer
Now please will you forget your fear

For I will always be right here
If you my love will be my dear

I close my eyes, and I see you standing before me.
I reach out my hand to touch you.
Eyes and fingers trace every detail of your face, yet somehow, you remain a mystery.
We embrace; bodies together as one, cheek on cheek.
My arms encircle your neck, and yours wrap around my waist, yet I feel no warmth.
I feel nothing but longing.
You smile tenderly on me. I wonder, who are you?
You are an enigma.
So close I can almost touch you, but too far away to know you.
My eyes open; you fade away like a memory not yet revealed.

Do I set your heart ablaze?
Does guilt burn you like fire?
Am I talking to the wall?
Am I preaching to the choir?

I can touch the sky but I fly too low
What's the answer to the koan?
I don't know

And when they finally find me
Lying cold in a gutter
A lifetime of regret from now
Will you say "He reminds me
Of someone or another,
And what was his name, anyhow?"

Or will one genuine tear
Gracefully fall from your eye
As you think of what we were then
And will you still be sincere
Or is it all just a lie
When you wish for what might have been?

I can touch the sky but I fly too low
What's the answer to the koan?

I don't know