The night that I first saw you
When our eyes had barely met
I knew that I would love you
I just hadn't told you yet

I was held fast by your humour
It was a night not to forget
I knew that I would love you
I just hadn't told you yet

Kenny Chesney sang a song about
How You had him at Hello
He hadn't even met you
Just how was he to know

We talked away for hours
At the end I was caught inside your net
I knew that I would love you
I just hadn't told you yet

You chased me 'till I caught you
I'm so happy that we met
I knew that I would love you
I just hadn't told you yet

Kenny Chesney sang a song about
How You had him at Hello
He hadn't even met you
Just how was he to know

Fifteen years we've been together
And now there's something you should know
Like Kenny Chesney said before
You had me at Hello .

Love ya baby. 15 years and many more to come.

Honeybee am I, of this enchanted valley,
eclectic and crazy, exquisite blooms gift me honey,
keep it handy for you, in honeycombs I craft,
*taste a drop or two, in your smile I rejoice!

I
slept
inside
your
head
last
night -

and

you

knew

I remember,

that time I was at work and stole
a piece of marble cake with the thought,
I'll lure her with some food.
I showed up half past nine,
with delight in hand, with a smile in my eyes.

when you met me at the coffee shop.
While they sat by threes, by fours, we sat by two
We talked of typical things, of weather, of  tomorrow-
underlined and underscored and understood.
from the outside, you couldn’t tell.

that time you sat on the passenger side,
in a car so faithful, we knew it well.
and I suddenly let go of the wheel,
you shrieked and I acted-
"my arms my arms!"
I finally coerced you, for once, to drive. laughing all the while

when it thundered and when it rained,
in a blueish green mellow way.
in a whispering loud obvious way.
we sat underneath the front door overhang
and sat.

but.
I'm here and you're there,
so, I can-
only imagine,
only want to remember.

I sit before him in my room
"What would you wish for if you could?"
I thought.
Taking long, painful breaths I cried.

"Honestly how could you choose?"
A smile danced across his face.
"My child that is the secret to life."
Shame pouring upon me I looked puzzled.

Like a father yearning to comfort he leaned in
to whisper, "You must put aside all humanly
longings to decide what it is your soul yearns
for."

After an eternity of silence I managed to squeak,
"But what would you wish for?"
A smile upon his lips, "Well, nothing.
It just came true."

on the last night
of the june breeze
that i spent tucked
between your hips
and my home
i heard
almost as faint
as a wing flutter
your tongue unfurled
the sounds of your streets
against my ear.

pavement hard but
sweet as a plum liquor

spelled out avenues that
have become rose pastures.
hoods that have
grown thick in themselves
with petals stained
of red rich violence
cross brown bones
but those bullets
bear no color.

taxi swift
yet city street thick

buzzing the sounds
of a place with half
the people
yet twice the traffic.
the kind of
tuesday twelve fifteen traffic
that i never understood
but you made action
where you lost sense.
dropped clips into the alleys
where the cops
wouldn't go
and pierced a limb
or two on the way.

cheeks filled with
with sticky bliss
bashed the demure
of downtown
cause the magnificent mile
ain't got ish
to the brick backbones
of them cook county temples
tourist tend to
trip past.

on my last night
here with you
i want to do
nothing more than wash
the windy city out of me
before state lines
baptize my view
of your anatomy.
pipe my gums
with this Crest
and brush your
taste out of me.

see big cities
have stained my tongue before.
new york is still in there
and i ain't even been there
in years.

i've caught tears
streamlining down
the crest of my cheek
at the taste
of chips of bay ridge
in my teeth.

so why don't
you just get lost?

the lingering lisp of your
shoreline sure does
last a tad
past welcomed.
matter of fact,
a tad past passed
two ticks before
your beach sands
sank my hips.
your lips have learned
too well
the outline of
my spine poured
against your banks boy.

so no thanks boy.
i don't want your tee shirt.
i don't need your silhouette
sketched in my memory
let alone my key chain.

and you keep saying
i'll be back
but i'll believe that
when i'm 30,000 ft up
straddling your boarder
by boeing.

At ***** ****'s and Sloppy Joe's
We drank our liquor straight,
Some went upstairs with Margery,
And some, alas, with Kate;
And two by two like cat and mouse
The homeless played at keeping house.

There Wealthy Meg, the Sailor's Friend,
And Marion, cow-eyed,
Opened their arms to me but I
Refused to step inside;
I was not looking for a cage
In which to mope my old age.

The nightingales are sobbing in
The orchards of our mothers,
And hearts that we broke long ago
Have long been breaking others;
Tears are round, the sea is deep:
Roll them overboard and sleep.