soft quilted nights surround my ruin
where a longing
still
and sweet
leads me here and there
beyond this place
where
quiet destruction reigns
was it me all along?
guiding me here
to my place among ghosts?
the familiar and friendly
the needy and wanting,
it’s all the same
we’re all the same
here,
me and my ghosts
waiting for lifetimes to bend
for us to free
and lifetimes to mend
but what becomes
then,
of these
soft quilted nights of my ruin
and
will you meet me here in my destruction?

she was tranquility in the morning’s early,
  moonbeams dripping red lights
and her eyes shifting softly,
she’s my favorite time of day when she smiles and moans
whispers and sees
she’s my favorite time of day
wrapped in moonbeams
dripping red lights
in my solitude and hers
my peace
   in her...

she woke my mind
with a consciousness
  undefined,
moving like a slow kiss in the rain
she conquered my demon’s reign
and became,
yeah
she became my mind unrefined
and
a slow kiss in the rain..

she rhymes like the words she writes,
divine and unrefined
an un-syncopated rhythm always keeping time,
and her eyes,
   well,
her eyes dream like poets do and her smile,
   well,
her smile curves as the nights do and she
lingers on my mind like thoughts do...

can I spin my words
like a melody
for you
and me
to fill the space
between,
and,
in between
all the here’s and nows
highs and lows
  a slow burn
of twists and turns
for our minds
to follow
our bodies
to wallow
  can I spin my words
  like a melody
for the moon to sing
just for us?

haphazard thoughts
became the lines
and the words
amid the blurs
of a time
that never wanted to wait,
but this time,
never ceasing to stop,
begins,,,
just to begin again,
so I light the cigarette
and deep with breath,
   make coffee for the storm
and…..
       you,
before realities collide
into
haphazard thoughts
amid the blurs…