There are
stairs in
your opal
eyes,

that I fall
down every
now and
then.

wide eyed
expression
on my
face.

that shows
this rolling
stone
you are
where I
was always
suppose
to land.

it is
not that
a rolling
stone
gathers
no moss,

it is
a rolling
stone,

if it
is lucky
and it
loves with
all of it's
heart

it finds
you..

(8/11/17)

Each day
with you
memories
fall
into our
eyes,

leaving me
with hopes
and angel's
debts,

phantom
sighs of
you
and I,

echos
through my
heart
and mind.

legs
entwined
under
cool
sheets
of our
bed

open arms
of love
and satisfaction
feed our
empty
souls

tonight.

and all
before
you

is the sum
of all
in my
life

that was
never
done.

lover's
skeletons
hung in
up stair
closets

forever
hid from
view.,

lust filled
dogs
of my
youth
running
scared

and
naked
through
my life"s

back
streets.

but now I
surrender,

all that I
am to

you.

(pattys first day back teaching school again after summer vacation)

It is the
first day back
to school
and I am
missing you
again,

in all
of the
little things
that you
do that
become my
day.


coming
home from
tennis to
see our
empty bed.

walking through
a empty
house that
is never
home unless
you are
here,

listening
to hear
you talk
to our
children about
their upcoming
day and asking
all the right
motherly
questions
about it.

as if you
are secretly
teaching
them to swim.

but you
don't want
them to
know it.

the smell
of your
hair,

the way your
smile
lights
up a room,

the deep
kisses
every chance
we get.

truly I
am a morning
dove alone,

this first
day of
school.

where without
you there
seems no real
point

to ever
flying here

again....

The colors
of her eyes,
like flowers
dancing
to me
from across
our bed.

no retreat
only unconditional
surrenders.

deep impassioned,
moments without
time.

toes tangled
in fish net
stockings,
deep sea
rumblings
stir our
canopy bed.

this love
I have come
to know
as well
as a baby
to first
breast.

one heart beat
completing
the other"s.

this morning in
the morning
bliss...

you are
everything
to me.

poems

you bleed,

I bleed
you,

and I will
for all
of my
life.

nothing
in love
we will
not find,

no heart
unturned

no dream
unslept.

heaven in
your eyes

passion of
sin
in your
kiss.

and I
did not
live
one day
before
you,

and I
will not
ever live
one day
without.

8/10 /17

Sunrise
playing
peek a boo
with pelican
shaped
storm
clouds
soaring.

open shutter
in our bedroom
window
sounds like a
symphony
with the rain
playing
through it.

covers still warm
from angel
passions
flung.

the rest
of the world
cursing
another
thursday
morning.

me celebrating
another breath
of my 16 years
with you.

Once
I tried
to build
fragile,

tender
crossed
bridges
there
to your
eyes.

I slipped
and fell.

and now
if I
could be
anywhere,


lying
there
in the
shape
of your
heart.

is where
I would
be.

skipping
off to
you.

our sunday
morning
best

tracked
across
our bedroom
floor,

unbuttoned
unashamed,

calico cat
passioned
smiles

running
true and
hungry,
across
our face.

under cool
persian silk
blankets
on our
bed.

we would
be every
where.

instead of
buried
here
in this

cross-eyed
point of
view.

sometimes
I feel
so stupid
just standing
round.

when just
yesterday.

your moment

passed
me by...