She bounces and that's the only way
Of describing her happy
One foot to the other
A hippity-hoppity of the hips
A woncity-bouncity of the biscuits
The hands are busy, but the mood is light
She's irritated, but in a good mood
The only way only she can be
I ask what's wrong
Thinking she has to ***
But it's nothing, she says
She doing her hungry dance;
She loves to eat
So as she spreads the bread
Cuts the cheese
Rolls the ham
And mayonnaise
She bounces up
And side to side
Geeking out
Hips a hoppity-hippity
Biscuits a bouncity-woncity
A sandwich is born
Like the smile
On her lips

Tiny mote, too light to fall
Catching the morning light
Sneaking through a crack in the shade
It hangs there although it is flying
Almost giving truth to fairies

Or maybe tiny angels
You know how they are

The light gave it a a silhouette
Against itself, and against the dark
It stays there, longer than a moment
Longer, almost suspended
Beautiful and perfectly still

I can't say I could blame it
For just below
Lay a beauty to give pause
Even Helen would stop
Where time itself froze

You lay there naked
Not for the world to see
Wrapped in sheets
As well as me
So I don't dare move
Not to disturb
The Sleeping Beauty

All I need is to look once
A passing glance, just for me
But I pause, for you
Because I want you to know
With my eyes, that I love you

A person sits and cries
Knees together, holding her face
Lips quiver, and tears leak from cracks
Hide from the world
Not just a girl
But full grown
A woman, long

A clock clicks
Wordless in the night
It's not the precision preferred
Everything is not all right
It's face so pretty
Decorated with scrolls
Beautiful in architecture

It tells the time
But cannot really see inside
It's mind isn't shattered
It's still beautiful
Cogs, levers, springs and gears
It can only look at others
Knows something is wrong

It sees the world, all the other faces
Clocks themselves, faces hiding minds
Only hears the tick, click and tock
Sometimes it rains, humidity brings
Another tock, and knows it's off
Just one more tick
Make it work

One has to look past the face
See it's mind, complete
Not the pretty, but
Admire the precision
Mechanical beauty
Revenged emotional
Struggling time

Always trying so hard
Get through the hours
Minutes in seconds
Maybe it's ok, a little slow
A little fast, time makes time
Looking at clocks
Feeling only wrong

But it's the slow and fast
Moments between
When someday, it seems
That ticks and tocks
Patchwork healing
Shrugging, painful seconds
Keep perfect time

The other clocks
Faces hiding broken minds
Look to that grand Ol' tock
See only that it goes
Not its struggle
So in her hands
Tears slide down

Her woman's cheeks
All red, eyes puffy
A mind restrained
She hides her face, not
So all the other clocks
Can all go tick, tock
Click, whir

She only knows her
Ignoring the fact that
Her time is perfect
For everything he needs
Because the beauty of
Elegance is precession

His sense is timeless
Wonder not measured
For hours, creep
Minutes, tick
Seconds, wander
But altogether
She is everything

Carousel spins, horses up and down
Painted bright colors, joyful sight
Always chasing each other
Looks like such great fun
There's a horse for Bobby
Brown saddled, and feet in the stirrups
He stands screaming in bliss
Kenny rides a mare,
All pink and blues
She cries out in splendor
White knuckled on the pole
The parents they stand aside
Watch their children go by
'There's Johnny, Mary, Susie, and Jason!'
Take pictures, faces frozen in time
But there is no pictures in albums
Not of carousel rides
Because all those pictures discarded
The horses are screaming
Look with colors so bright
In lights like fire  
The pictures all blur
But there is Betty
Her smile is not
Picture was taken
Snapped just off
Don't use this says the mother
It's not what I like
Father tosses the white knuckled
Shiny impaled horses, across the night
But every year it's the same
The children's fears are alike
And children become parents
Only to see what they see
Bright

Hours talking
Listening, sometimes crying
Maybe awkward
But needed, desperate
Not embarrassing

Sometimes what you need
Is what you can't ask for
Can't ask for yourself
You can give yourself
Completely and totally
Unconditionally, to another
But it's still not the hardest thing

To look in to her eyes, forgive her
That's easy, but
Forgiving yourself
For pushing her
Is love, hardest true

The smallest touch sets me off,
I know you don't like it all the time
Or even, now, most of the time
But, I see you, I see you
How can anyone not fall in love?

Wish to embrace the most intimate of activity?
To feel your breath on my skin,
Hands caress and swim
To look you in the eyes
Feel your body, buck
Muscles contract, fingers claw
Dig in and tear at sheets

Or just to close with you,
Hold gently, rhythmic and deep
Entwined of fingers and legs
Head thrown back, lost in steep
Chest to back, as can be

Maybe not like movies
Definitely not your books
Where everything is perfect,
Beings perfect bring fake reality
Expectations that prove to disappoint
The act of love isn't that,
Its moment making

Between two, desperate hearts
Two lonely souls, two holey minds
Imperfect truths, incomplete lives
Which always practice and seek
Attempting to mold as one

As far as the eye can see
It might have been perfectly white
A beach stretching, hugging the sea
Crystal clear and blue
Palm trees dot up and down along the way

Hot sun between the toes
Burns the memory in between
Here, everything is naked
There are no reasons for clothes
All desires, primal hence untold
Eat, run, *** and fun
Addiction, anxiety, and scary fears

Scoop the sand look at it close
Each grain a memory, stored
Histories unfold, sliding between fingers
As they fall, colors come out
Spreading across the sands

For a moment, you think
A tie-dyed wonderland
But the blues, like peacocks stand
Are pain, brilliantly trimmed in golds
Walled in blacks, more blues and grays
Reds are fears, soaking blood and reds
Dipping between colors, blending to blacks

Yellows, bright, happy thoughts
Always associated, keeping turquoise
Greens, silvers and peaches and oranges bold
It's an island's life, kept secluded to stay nice
Footprints here and there maybe chasing monster tracks
Sometimes to, sometimes back
Sometimes footprints go away

But the tie-dyed beauty of the landscape stays
In the dusk or morning's stay
Along the sands you can see
A brilliance catches the eye
Something different, something fine

That among the broken
Mountains and stones
That made this beach eons ago
Diamonds glitter,
Sparkling golds
And the silver lines
All that was broken, made you shine

In the distance, there is a cliff
I go there sometimes
To hang my toes off the edge
Maybe my legs; eat some lunch
Look out at everything

There's an old oak there
Half off the edge
It's roots are dug in pretty well
But that's only half
Others seem to keep growing
Seeking down, looking for soil
You can tell its alive

You can tell its strong
It seems to have this perspective
Probably from the view
But most of the cliff is gone
And it's still here

So I'll sit in its shade
Eat my lunch, take a nap
A gentle breeze tousles my hair
Like a lover's hand, finger's touch
But it's just a branch
The old oak's touch
Just the wind