i may not be strong
but every ounce of strength i have
i will use to hold you
as tightly as i can.

i may not be tall,
but i will take you higher than you have ever been
where there is no color, race, fear, or pain
and all is filled with beauty, love, and hope.

i may not have money,
but i am rich in love, and happiness, and soul
and i will share everything i have with you
each second i am by your side.

i may not have been whole,
but that was only because
i did not have my souls twin to complete me,
i had not yet found myself in you.

Sitting,
Watching,
Street people passing,
Inside a dim lit coffee shop,
Neon blue sign blinking,
"Open",
Alone I am,
Wondering,
Have they been in here?
I am in here thinking,
Inhaling fresh coffee scent,
Which fills my lungs,
This is serenity enjoyed,
Peace brought to mind,
My escape from world cares,
Or boring senseless chores always to be done,
Staring into my empty cup on table in front,
A partially consumed memory of steaming coffee,
Looking through a dusty window,
Its Cold,
Dreary,
Now Winter,
Or Summer,
Sometimes spring,
Or mild fall,
Then a voice,
“Let me warm that up for you.”

Sometimes,
In a heavy stillness,
Between sleep and waking,
When I am yet unsure,
Of conscious thought,
You creep into secret corners,
That I have sealed from day,
Coaxing dormant my memories awake,
Faded photographs in old picture frames,
Lying in dormant dream,
inside corridors of my mind,
Unsought moments tease,
I hear your laughter,
Seeing knotting flowers in your hair,
Tucking petals beneath,
I feel your fingertips,
Lightly touch my face,
When words were lost,
In sighs caresses,
Your sweet lips taste,
Still lingering on mine.

Kiss me slow hold me close,
Brush you lips against mine,
Share this place of ours,
With secret touch caresses,
Under soft whispers.

My Enchantress
Sensations charm,
Drawing me close,
Your magic touch,
Is that of an entrancing,
Temptress in mind and soul,
Who beckons me into my dreams,
Both day and night,
As I hear you whisper,
“Come to Me”
With a blink an eye,
In a thin time slice,
Quickly I am there,
You are my love,
Flowing Across My Skin.

Happy as something unimportant  
and free as a thing unimportant.  
As something no one prizes
and which does not prize itself.  
As something mocked by all
and which mocks at their mockery.  
As laughter without serious reason.  
As a yell able to out yell itself.  
Happy as no matter what,
as any no matter what.

Happy
as a dog’s tail.

Sleep
Clasp my shoulders like the cling of hungry moss.
Take my eyes and cover them with your
sweet
silent
dark.
Burry my restless legs in
cool
wet
sand.
Take my faint body into your faithful hands.

Absconding from nebulous qualms
of your own chicanery
I am here now to disabuse the anomalies
of the ingenuous
irascible thoughts that relegate
your capricious effrontery of your
disparate soul.
Magnanimously,
I would return such a favor,
**wever audacious....
yet with such a unique situation,
aberration is truth.
To censure such thoughts,
I leave now with a voracious eloquence and you...
alone, forever.