let fall
your canopy
eyes
over me.

and make
me beg
for soft
gestures
of touch
and exhilaration,

the turning
of one
to the
other,

the giving
of trust
and compassion
to new
things.

like pickings
of berries
in  a
bakers
flour.

waiting
to become

something

beautiful.
delicious

to your
awaiting
lips and
tongue

and mine...

It is

warmer

where you

are,



I can

feel it.



there is

such depth

in your

eyes

your life.



I can

see it.



a wife

a mother

a child

of God.



you have

this grace

about you,



like the

keys

on a piano,



all  in their

perfect place

to one another.



all in

tune



you are

music

to all who

see you.



and to

you we

sing.



as you

dance on

by  we

celebrate

all that

is you.



and even

for a moment



it was

good

to see your

smile

today.



it seemed

to give

meaning

to everything

else around

me.



and I



in a peaceful

moment,



I smiled,

as if in

a dream...

I know
you feel love
is just
a gypsy
shadow,

the moment
between day
and night
struggling
for light.


something you
can barely
see,

like blind
faith or
an unborn
child in
a woman's
womb.

and yet nothing
you are
able to
hold on
too.

sleep deep
under your
covers,

sing softly
your songs
to God.

it might not
be this
world that
you are
truly loved,

or you finally
know your
worth.

but in
his world
doubt will
not exist

nor *******
sons..

who love
you hard
with all
their might.

and then
spit their
juice deep
inside your
thighs.

and you
call it
love...

It gets between
your heart beats,

and then they
beat out
of tune.

the rust of
stupid hearts
and dreams that
you dreamed
would forever
come true.

but you never
truly gave
your self to
those dreams.

and now
the rust holds
you in place,
to hang in the
same familiar
moment too
long like a fly
waiting for
the spider's
final verdict
in a web.

talk to her
now she
is only 23.

but she will
be the same
at 33 or someday
43 lying in
her bed.

telling the same
old lies
moaning the
same old
regrets.

welcoming
the next warm
body to
"love her".

sad.

she never wanted
more.

she never
walked for
a moment

on love's  two
way street,

so let
the spider
dine alone...

if only
she would
of ever
fallen
in love
for a
single moment,

perhaps that
would of made
all the
difference

in the
world...

It is
going
to be
difficult
to say.

to keep this
day dream
in your
back pocket.

along with
the shadows
of your smile
in my heart.

we were
14  I found
love in
the blue moon
circles
of your
eyes.

it changed
me in
everything
I would
ever see
in my
life again.

inside out
was how
you saw
me and

deep as a
river was how
our love
did run.

and for
the first
time in
my life
people
would
see me
there.

not some
figment
of my
adolescent
imagination

don't be
shy
you
said.

and I
never
was
again.

and then
at 16
you turned
me free.

and said
go love
some
more.

40 years
later

today
I know for
certain now
that..

I owe
this
wonderful
blessed
life I have
to you.

and it
makes me
fall in love
with you
all over

again.

We move
to our early
morning
lullaby

of the
moon
surrendering
itself
down to
it's celestial
bed.

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
baggages

by the
door.

be each
others
savior for
awhile.

a 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.