The gentle
turn of
your smile.

a gift
of heart.

your chest
rises
and falls.

moods
of siren
yearnings
fill the
room.

situation
adorable.

a poet's
words
dangled
out of
place.

the
sweet
smell
of you.

the magic
of the
air as
you walk
through
my dreams.

touching
here
laughing
there,

like
an arc
angel
in flight.

wings to
carry
me away.

far from
view.

to the
places
where
all good
things
go.

to shed
their
lies
and reveal
themselves.

on God's
cutting
floor.

where the
two
becomes
one.

and the
one,
is
never
two

again.

this time,

like old

clothing

that no

longer

fits.

or a

last breath

from a

martyrs

mouth.

there is

love for

you.

encouragement

of saints.

and you

have made

a difference

in me,


like a hot

desert wind

to the

sandstone

in a

canyon's

calico

wall.

over time

under you.


and I am

the better

for it.

and you

called me

to look

at myself.


you made

me stand up

naked

unafraid.

and you

loved me.

without

doubt.


bathed in

the tears of

our joy.

and in

a moment's

christening

God gave

me

you.

Jesus walk

holes in

my left

shoe,

wandering

for meaning

on this

Tuesday

smoked

afternoon.


back aching

from the

weight of

loving you.


pickled herring

breath

washed with

beer fills

my mouth

with solace.

my broken

cell phone

lies a couple

of streets

back shattered

unable

to call

anyone

for help.

no one

coming to

my rescue.


send in the

dogs gone

mad,

may

their white

teeth

be swift

and bury deep.

and

clean me

to the

bone.

may they

quench their

thirst

by drinking my

marrow dry,


and at last

get their

fill.

but still

not taste

the blood

of my heart..


ahh you

devoured

that long

ago,


like a

nocturnal

predator

in heat.

like a

beggar

enjoying

her last

morsel of

food.


while

dancing in

the rain...

tonight.

swaying

to the

beat of

a pacific

sunset

breeze

in her

camaro

red

dress,


just up the

road

on highway

101.

  
she leans

alittle

to the

right,

like a

classic

old race

car,

with the

back tires

slightly

under

inflated

to strategically

hold the

curves.


and once

she gets

it going

she can

take you

for quite

a ride.

to places with

story teller

endings,

and with

her two

diamond

look

in her

eyes,

she can

make

everything

true.

and in

the quietest

of moments,

when

the moon

kisses

the midnight

sky,


she will

cover

you.

like wine

quenching

your deepest

thirst...

and you

will

never

come back.


so sing

to the

morning

when you

awake,

where ever

that may

be.

cause you

won't be


in Kansas

any

more.

Bury the

time of

past moments

that you

found yourself

fighting

against

the wind.



sit with

me under

calico cat

colored

skies that

surround

you like

a song

deep inside

your heart.



season to season

in doubt

return to

these pages

again.



and I

I always will

be here for

you waiting.

Walking like

old wobbly

peg

out of

it's hole



upon some

broken

game board

reality of

me.



open questions

in my head

fall through

me like

*****

water falling

through some

circling  cosmic

drain.



and for

ever in a

day,



I thought I

would be

the one

for you.



you window

shopped me

good,



and then

you just

walked on

by.



carrying your

lover"s

cross

and

leaving me



in  your

shallow

unkept

grave of



" I love

you, and

I love

you too"

There is

a perfect

buried treasure

in your

eyes,



and the

whispers of

mischief dancing

on your

lips.



you have

seen much

witnessed

more.



Your words

drip heavy

with regret

in something

other things

maybe not,



but I

will never

be one

of your

sorrows or

bottom holed

disappointments



for I will

always reach

to lift

your heart

anticipate your

silence

and then

just sit

like a

monk and

listen

and feel

your voice

fall over

me.



and when

you need

to be held

I will

hold you.



with the a

prayer that

I will never

have to

let you go..