Till your
a hundred
and one.

each night
close your
eyes
tight
like a

galleon's
treasure
chest,

and bury
your
dreams

deep
inside
me.

safe
from
pirates
and
wobbly
sorts.

and I
will be
there in
the air
around
you.

dream
calm
serene

like a child
saying the

last words of
the shepherds
prayer

before
she lays
her head
down to
sleep.

and I will
not sleep

and I

will not

falter

till you
awake.

and morning

light comes

to kiss your

dreams awake...

Jagged and

scarred

memories

draped over

me,


now like a

spiders

cocoon

woven tight

against a

wall.


your voice

still

echoes on

the telephone

line.


the phone

receiver now

held useless

against

my ear,


my mind

lost in the dead

calm of

silence.


last words

spoken,


penny jar

gone broke.

the moment

holds me

naked.


cotton candy

stuck hard

to the back of

my mouth.


chasing forever

rainbows

that my

heart now

knows

will never

kiss the

earth.

The hunger
of loneliness

and it's
shiny white
pearl teeth,

and cold
chilled
breath

that surrounds
you naked
late
at night,
when

you hear
every sound
for a
hundred
miles
around and

under your
bed.

and every
night
under
starless
skies it's
appetite
lies
unquenched,

so it
returns

to where
it knows

despair and

hopelessness
best.

like a river
flowing
straight
and true
to you.

again
and again

and again
.
returning
to scrape
it's
teeth sharp

and raw
on your
hearts
hollow
bones.

to kiss
gently

with
a lie
upon it's
face..

the
*****

your lover
left
behind

to pray
in the darkness

to dine
with the
devil all

alone.

We move
to our early
morning
lullaby

of the
moon
surrendering
itself
down
to rest.

whispers
between us
shared,

with no
one else.

cats at
our feet
making
pillows of
our toes.

Sumatran
coffee
brewing
unattended
in the next
room.

and all
I can do
is look at
you in
amazement
while
you
sleep.

and guard
your dreams
from broken
places.

time at
this moment

at this
heartbeat

at this
breath

in the

sum of

all things

I dream.


is you.

Come take
your mind
on down
with me .

let our bodies
be canvases
to the tributes
of our
lives.

leave  
our old stories
like tattered
and worn
baggage

by the
door.

be each
others
savior for
awhile.

an old lover's
lament.

not trying
to fill in
each other's
water color
dreams,

with lies
or half
obligated
promises.

and finally
when the
late afternoon

comes to
swallow our
worn
innocence.

close the
door.

leave unsaid
the words
that must
be said.

return us
both with
some dignity


to the outskirts

of our lives.

A deep
drink of you

and I
tilt back my head.

and drive till the
first light of morning breaks
this evenings
back.

I roll
down
my windows.

tear off
the rear
view
mirror.

nothing
in my past
that I ever
want
to see
face
to face

again.

let all
of your
adolescent
lovers
crawl back
and hide
under
your gypsy
covered bed,

like
puppets
dangling
from your
strings
of desire.

you will
not be
needing
them
again.

the broad
streets
and the
back
alleys
of your
hometown
lie
in wait
for your
feet
to kiss
them
awake.

time
to find
your
moment

and cast
aside
all of
your broken
******* jack
dreams,

that
were
never pretend
dreams
from somebody else's
dreams to begin
with.

come take
my hand,

slam your
front door.

let's dance

and love

again.

and pray
for love
at heaven's
gate...


no strings
attached.

A secret
passed

given in
confidence
of heart

from you
to me.

confided
in trust,

held with
a mother's
care.

the guard
has been
set.

boundaries
defined.

seasons
to follow
to be

tended
with grace.

souls to
be harvested
not wasted
to seed.

a child to
dance

by songs

of you..

and under
every  
moon"s ripe
bellied
womb.

from
here to
eternity's
gate.

each day

a Lovers
prayer
I will
send

to you.