You, my dear,
are very
much unlike
the rest.
Your antlers
have not yet
grown in
and you worry
they never will.
But the boy with
amber eyes
says that
yours will be
made of crystal
and not of
bone and
velvet.
☪

An angel fish
Lost deep
     Beneath the waves.

Stop when I have to
Give me a time to breathe
Notice time in and out the door
Stop at the line my heritage
Had drawn on the floor before
Open my eyes to see
Who enters and who exits

Red is the color to alert
That stationary worlds  exist

Caution when I consider
A peeling away of the discarded
Notice this breathing time
A stirring of movement
Hidden below my dwelling floor
An energy, slow and beginning to vibrate
A humming sound building to negotiate.

Amber is the color to wait
serenely before the door opens

Go when you show me the way
Then my soul no longer argues
The right and the wrong
This I have noticed no to prolong
The Wind-Soul opens my eyes
Shows me how long is too long

Green is the color to go
Move in the constant glory of flow

Take heart to these teachings
And all that is needed, is supplied.

elms in the front yard
have started to exhibit
autumn's amber hues

I would miss the intensity
Of your sweet, sweet honeycomb heart
The endearing amber in your beard
And the strong hands I didn't fear
The way your soft eyes become so light
In the morning bright
Your warm skin against mine,
Holding me so tight
Your husky laugh
At my joking attempts
The tiny touch of my hip,
The ******* stroking of my hair
Gripping my *******
Thrusting hard, endless pleasure
I could sit in your sensual silence forever

Happiness knows no bounds
Inside your concrete floors and brick walls
Your open windows,
My open chest

As we count the cost
of your ticket to leave
As we cry the tears
and wipe them on our sleeve
As we wait for hope
we sit and smile
As we try to cope
we sit for awhile
As we dance around
with our feet bare
As we lay on the ground
with our fanned out hair
As we sit on our bench
and look up at the stars
As we look at each other
we realize what we are
As we became best friends
beauty was born
And now as you leave
we are still strong as ever
and remain untorn.

The street is dark,
all I can see is the slight amber glow,
coming from my heart.

It leads the way, through the confines of my chest,
through mist, rain and snow
it's always doing its best.

One day, while walking as always,
I spot a faint amber glow
moving around in rhythmic ways.

Could it be?
Another person?
Maybe he's the same as me!

But however far I go,
however far I run,
I get no closer to the faint amber glow.