tender is your daydream so sweetly dreamt
written with joyful colors and inks of a
heart cherishing the bright and intimate light of
loves enduring song
you hum the tune and i put words to it
true spoken endearment one lover to the other......
we build a sailing ship with the strength of our love
put the wild winds of our passion in the sails
we will find our paradise in eachother's bodies
lets run the fast waves in the sweet night
as we fold our self's into eachother's pleasures
lets be lost at sea to the world outside
within this cradle of the love
we are reborn to each breathtaking waking moment
in eachother's arm

I keep asking
"don't you remember?"
and he thinks I mean
a walk in a mountain park
my bare toes in a cold stream

you would think
he could see through me
by now

there are lifetimes
behind this one

and if I can remember
why can't he?

tendril scrawl of
notmuchlongernow,
trellis all thoughts of the sea

in vain.
my brain

is not well.
it resembles  
blank page,
dog-eared.

i fell
alongside the angel,
and i'll rise up 

with the simpler
constituents

in that beautiful
wonderful tiny lukewarm
yellowish glow.

my little halo 
in the compost
worn by the glorious 
green bottle fly - lithe, woke, on it.

Did you ever fit the cut?
Did you ever sing in key?
Did you ever light the match
To the pages your prayers have been?

Did you ever get in line
In your struggle to be free,
Did you ever cheat in love
To find some honesty?

Did you make it out the crowd
Just to find you are missing out?
Did you ever have too much drink,
End up ******* in the kitchen sink?

Did you ever cheat death
Just to feel alive-
Just to see what it felt like
On the other side?

Did you take drugs
For that same reason?
Does your mind shift
With the patterns of the seasons?

Do you look to the future
And forecast a storm?
Do you ever plan an early night,
Then fall asleep at dawn?

Have you ever fallen in love
And acted as if you have not?
Have you ever drank your demons
Under the table; under the rug?

Do you feel confused too?
You know, I haven't got a clue
what I am doing, where I am going
- is that the same for you?

hazelnut coffee cup
cotton button down
hem my skirt
hem my thoughts about your hands
your belt left bruises
your teeth leave marks
your eyes leave me without

Change that to eight minutes

The most awkward five minutes of my life.

Poetry,
like ***,
momentarily
destroys
the misery
of the world.
  ~mce