For awhile
it will cloak
you in
your darkest
secrets.

you and him
vows
broken
empty beds
not slept in.

cocoon yourself
in new
dreams and
slivers
of the
old you
you used
to be,

when you
were a child
and the
universe was
yours and
you didn't
have to share
it with
anyone else.

and from
the cocoon you
will blossom,

and his sweat
will be long
ago dried
upon your
body.

and you
will dream
upon new
stars and
your heart
will echo
new feelings
of new
dreams breaking
through.

and the beauty
in your eyes
will return
again.

and I will
always be
there  to see
you to
smile in
return.

the fountain
of my youth
was always
you,

we were just born
lifetimes
apart.

but still
I am
always here
for you.

so bring
your light
into your
darkness..

the universe
it waits
for you.

Runaway and
bury your body
under me
in the rain,

and lick
and quench
your thirst off
heaven's  water
running
off of
my neck

and memorize our
kisses deep
and wet,

until you
are unable
to feel
the rain
anymore

and our tongues
become weak
from full
pleasure,

then tell
me your
secrets and
show me
all of
your secret
places in
the dark,

and sing
to me
your cardinal
sighs and
moans of
love.

show me
everything,
hold nothing
back,

this is
the moment
that the
universe
has made us
perfect for.

like the sun
raising over
the horizon.

and never
looking back.

It is the
feeling of your
toes to the
back of my
legs
that cases me
to beg for
your adoration
and obedience.

and I
memorize that
moment
and carry it
with me
throughout
the remains
of my day.

and our love
is a river
that runs so
long and so
deep that it
carries us
away.

and no
matter how
we try
you always
leave each other
weak in
our knees.

and your
lips are
full and swollen
from deep
kisses from
the night
before.

and the
morning before
and the morning
before that...

carry me
gypsey stranger

my soul is
ready to
bleed for
you

and dance like
naked banshees
in the night.

so  again

carry me
carry me

away.

for me
I know there
is a fairy tale
ending in
your eyes,

a soul's
balance,

and a
peace and
harmony that
I have
never known.

and in the
quiet whispers
in the
deepest
night when
you open
to me and
reveal all
that you have
inside.

naked to naked
eyes to eyes,

in this
forever world
that lies
inside your
once in
a lifetime
dreams.

I dream of
you can
you feel
me.?

it is
a minute past
one in
the morning
I taste you

do you
taste me

too?

you lie
across your bed
like an angel
just laid.

and all
debts owed
to each other
are paid
in full
without
regrets.

and though I
may never
be  the dream
in your
eyes again.

our desperate
hearts were
true and full
till mornings
light,

and I could
not love you
more,

without names
of husband
and wife.

and though
we have come to
age past
one another
far too
long ago.

still you
bless my evening
when you
come to
see my eyes
like no one
ever has.

all bets
in life are
off.

and naked
is my love
to you.

in this fairy
tale moment
so clear in
black and
white.

with you.

Be patient
mend in
this time
of your
glory.

the scabs
on your
heart will
fall away
in pieces
each with
a different
story of
how it
was with
him.

be strong
endure,

let the
river of
faith inside
you take
it's course,

and like
the caterpillar
at first sight
has nothing in
common with
a cocoon and
the cocoon
has nothing to

do with a
butterfly,

again you
will break
through and
learn to fly.

and your
love will
be deeper
and your kisses
will be
sweeter,

and I will
stand on
the ground and
look up
and applaud'
you.

for my heart
too is on
this journey,

for some
reason God
has made
it this way.

and as
I prayed
for you and your
children this
morning,

I know he
is always
right...

Summer melts away
like a soft serve
Neopolitan
ice cream
cone upon
your lips
then mine,

and today
greets you
like a taste
that is
new,

and
it's taste
releases
old tired
tears to be
forgotten,

like adolescent
nursery rhymes
that your
mother sang
to you.+

that were
your everything
for awhile.

but now  you
are awake
and life is
everything
before you,

and the morning
like a new
lover breaks
before my

eyes.

I see
her buzzing
like a big
bull fly
up and down,

and then
occasionally
a sideways turn
across love's
kitchen window.

and then
here it
comes again "swap!"
one swing on
top of
another
back to
back without
mercy or
pity in
this dying flight
of circumstance.

but she
will probably
escape this
fate too...
she has for
the last 40 years
or so....
and then

until one
day there
will be only
be pieces of
her smeared
red and black
across this
hot afternoon
kitchen glass.

she calls
it falling in
and out of
love.

and then
finally August 11, 2018
2:20 p,m, in
the afternoon
it happened...

"swap!" and
that is
all there
is to that.

she's broken...

and now black
has become a
friend to
you,

when you
dream at
night.

and once
a upon
a time
has become

a forgotten
moment
that has
bled out
all hope
from your
eyes.

these are
different
times now
that define
you,

a marriage
lost a family
broken.

and this
sky will
never look
the same
again.

but you
are not
dead and
you are
far from
dying,

even though
at night
it sometimes
seems that it is
so.

and I sit
and wait
just outside
your hearts
window and
I am
patient and
I am kind.

kiss each
morning sunrise
a little deeper
each day
and you
will heal.

for I
have been
where you
are now.

and then
love changed

everything.

It is
the empty
places
inside your
heart that
I hope
to fill,

and till
with gentle
words without
regret or
judgment
or want.

we have
lived in similar
places and
dreams.

and witnessed
the runaway
wishing stars
hide in
the night.

though times
far apart and several
lives removed.

but it is
still hearts of
the same
beating and
questions and
wishes unanswered
that we
wrap ourselves
around in
faith to
one another,

and always
the moment,

of tomorrow
what will
ever become
of us.

that moves
us forward
to the next
smile upon
your face.

which certainly
must be as
beautiful as
anything that
I have ever
seen.

and seasons
come and
seasons go.

but without
pieces of
each other
to carry
with us,

certainly time
itself will
be lost.

why do
I write
you.

it is
easier to
to do
than breathe
itself.

one moment
to the next,

it is
a feeling you
have given
me.

in quiet thoughts
alone with
this key
board as

I write to
you in
the dark

till morning
light colors
us friends.

I would travel
far and
I would reach
for your
open hand,

and talk
search amongst
your eyes,

for secrets
and questions
of your
heart that
have long
been unanswered.

and we
would wonder
still under
Dakota skies,

and sigh
in this friendship
of silence.

no expectations
or hidden
agendas of
childish blind
faith.

and our path
would be blessed
with many
footsteps of
trust and
patience,

like the wind
blowing
across your
face gently
to kiss your
lips,

and I would
be one
and you
would be
two.

destinies

that in
this moment
have come
to rest
in each other's
eyes.

and breathe.

It is a
different view
that I know
that you
once had
for your
life,

and perhaps
I might be
the last
one to
stand-in
line for
your heart.

but here
we are
heart to
heart and
the shadows
of our pains
and doubts
cover each other
like two stars
over the
blackest of
nights.

and your
love may
hide from
me and your
dreams bend
out of sight,

but love has
no time line
to love.

and stars
eventually
find their
perfect place
in the night.

and for
that to God
I am eternally
grateful..

from the very
first time
I heard your
prayers.

from the very
first time
that I saw
your eyes.

and the
universe
began

again.

Stay and
talk with me
awhile,

let our friendship
be the melting
of water colors
that strive
to be something
more.

something
brighter...

let all of
the scales of
your life's
disappointments
fall around
you...

and let us
put back
the pieces
that you
love that
you have
lost.

I see you
now and you
see me , and
in trust
there is
no need
to hide.

and the
celebration
of deep wishes
are only
given once,

and free will
is our
calling,

and deep
meaningful
conversations.

and even
though now
sometimes
you sleep in
the darkness,

when it is
cold and dark
.
when we
remember nothing.

that love's
shows it
naked side
and hope is
lost in pains
salvation,

it is there
that true true
friendships
are gained
by the venture.

under high
clouds of
black and
white.

deep inside

Dakota thunder
skies

when your
heartbeat
is a beacon,

and love
is a rainbow
that your
heart has
brought to
me.

Now her

beauty falls

through the

hourglass

without purpose,

more like witnessing

the passing of

a prison

sentence from

25 to life than'

anything else.


someone should

of saved her

long ago.

not a knight

in shining

armor or

a prince riding

a majestic

white steed.


just someone

who would of

loved her,

and she

learn to love

him back.


she can hide

amongst

her  children's

over planned

hectic lives.

and pretend

there is

hearts gold

at the

end of some

rainbow,


but someday

even her

children  will

be old enough

to see it too.


the hourglass

the beauty lost.


the sacrifice of

a dead wife in

marriage.

Of all the
things that
have no
ending,

or a moment
of a beginning.

one breath
you were
just inside
my heart,

a gentle
touch perhaps,

or a kiss
that lasted
a moment
longer,

that somehow
took my
breath away.

and now
we sit,

and forever
is in
your eyes,

and love
is all
I see
in you.

and our life
is a miracle

of naked hearts
at play...

today we
will say
good-bye to
a friend of
my son who
past at
24 years
of age.

and I must
ask you
why?

and in
each day
to come
my son
will ask
you why?

and today
we will
bury him
and his
parents
will ask
you why?

and I will
pray for
my son and
I will pray
for their
son.

and I will
pray that
I never

take their
place.

A breif moment

of etiquette.

she sat

on the

bed with him,

uncertain of

the direction

their hearts

might take,


like reeds

by a lake

bending in

the wind

on a summer's

day.


lying

down to

fate could

possibly be

an option.


but he gazed

at her instead

and an empty

feeling came

over her.


and empty

moments piled

upon her one

by one  

by one.

and the

touch of

his hand

grew cold

and odd

almost unfamiliar,

and if there

was once

a passion there ,

but then

it past in

a moment

and quietly

died,

without so much

as a fight

in his eyes.

meanwhile

in the next

room

a couple

****** like

wild animals

and the groans

and the pounding

of the high

stilt bed

escaped into

her room and

intoxicated

the air.


and she

sat there

as if

it was a

misplace

twilight dream

and he sat

there.


not knowing what

to do. so

he did what

he did best

nothing.


she was only

26.

at 36 it might

of been a

whole

new situation.


of love perhaps

or wild animals

*******.


or both.

but she would

be the one

to chose,


not this

lost moment

not this

moment of

captive

lost innocence

that forever

will lie

cold against

her face.

under your
big tops.


delicious back

somersault
tumbles,


tickling my

chin as you

would
fly by

over head.


trampoline

spike
bounces

off my
Coppertone
brown

belly ,

as you
would

melt
over me

and my

thighs

applaud....


our passion

was a
three

ring circus
then.


contortionist,

soul grapplers

and sin.


and what
is left

to us
now but
scars

still
unreconciled,


inside

and out,

cuts unkind
that

validate
the ticket
and price

of our

love's admission

we each
paid full ticket
that summer.


to be
even for
the shortest

of times,

under your
big tops.


the greatest

show on
earth.

When I
was a young
boy,

a girls eyes
were always
so beautiful
and pure,

then as a
young man
they seemed to
lose a little
of their
color and
fade.

and now as
an old man
their eyes
are mostly
broken
with sharp
edges and
wrinkled
spaces,

where the
tears of
life and love's
disappointment
came to dry.

but once
their eyes
were the sun...

and then the
*******
lovers came,

and left
them with
only shallow
words of
poetry to
cover and
mend their
souls...

and now the
sun hides
from view,

nothing worth
to see here

anymore....

Your kisses
are like
baby's breath
in a field.

sacred
innocent,

the arc
of your hips
move like
Thunder on
a desert plain
as you
make love
and move
over me.

and as
your tongue
searches
every part
of my body
and soul,

I feel you
everywhere.

you are the
sum of
all things,

the angel
of mercy of
this coal
black sky

tonight.

Into

our eyes

the abyss

of true

lovers,


the still

breathing

of quiet

hearts,


that offer

to one

another

true

sacrifice.


it is a

shadow

dream

poem.


an ultimate

letting

go of

tormented

moments

of our

past,


the giving

of everything

to a

idea that

needs

no explanation.


not to

each other.


we are

the cycles

of suns

and moons.

the birth and
death of
hearts,


the undoing

of all

that was

done before.


and my

soul goes

out to you

with each

moments

passing.


that you

will have

it close

to you,


and be

one with

it for all

the moments

of time.


and in that


my journey

will always find


true purpose

and fire.

Wed 10/25/2017 1:18 PM

falling into
your eyes.

the deepest
pool of
autumn
honey
brown.

that I
have
ever tasted.

hard to
catch my
breath.

your heart
running
wild
inside
my chest.

the morning
light reminds
me that
time'
like
love
has it's
own universal
place.

between your
smile
and mine.

and the
rest
of our
lives
together.

nothing can
ever
take
me away
from this
place.

all my
mornings
are promised
to you.

and all
of my
Godly
prayers
begin and
end with
you felt
deep.

in the
places
where no one
else
can go.

where dreams
are the
every
day moments
we live.

(For my daughters

Nicole and Rhianna)



and your

children
bend to
your river
as your
life flows
through
them
,
from
conception
to birth.

the current
is strong.

their heartbeats
in tune
with yours,

from the
beginning
of time,

each moment
christening
the next.

the mother
lode inside
you fulfill
their destiny's
needs.

a daughter
a son is
born.

a sunrise
and a
sunset
kissed.

to you...




mommy poems/

in the
eyes of
your child
the sigh
of your  
voice,
the earth
under
your feet,

your dreams
dance with
them.

midnight
chariots
race the
sky, and
love is
the river
that carries
you,

over and
over again.

no surrender.

your children
God's blessings
to your
eyes....



mommy poems/

your journey
through the
nexus in
her eyes
amazes,
as she
lies half
asleep
next to you.


and the
nature's
mirror that
you cannot
ever stop
looking at
her through,
tells you
even
with eyes
closed,

that she
will forever
be your
child.

and you realize
the cord
that was
cut at
birth,

really wasn't.

it only
grew
stronger
as the
years
turned by,

a tree
to root
a bird's
first flight,

a mother
you will
always be,

in your
first born
daughter's
eyes.

You would always

sit in your

baby carrier

with an odd

little tilt

of your

head,



and I would sit

across from you

and tilt my head

in return,



and even

though you

were a baby

you would

laugh and I

swear you

would get

our little

inside joke.



and as you

grew the

neck tilt

would stop

but I would

look for it

over and over

again,



but as you

grew older,

your sense of

humor grew

and it wouldn't

be long

until you were

the center of

everyone's

attention.



and your

laughter would

pour over us

and your words

would be

funny and kind,,



and I knew

you had the gift

of laughter

from my father,



and though

he passed

many years before

you were

born,



i can still

hear him

in your voice

in your laughter

I see him

in your eyes

at night.



they light up

a room they

light me and

your mother's

heart,



to know

that the

memory of

your little head



would be

forever tilted

in our

hearts to

hold.

(7/1/2010)

Yesterday

morning

I found my

daughter.

she had

been  lost

for five

years..



and three

grandkids

later.



I finally

called her,

the moment

stopped

me dead

in my tracks..



I thought

how did

we ever

get to here.



in a million years

I could not

retrace

my steps.



but then in

a moment

of truth.

I abandoned

my foolish

pride.



and she

let me

walk back

into her

life,



and inside

a piece of me

felt whole

again.



scared over

but healed.



she had

been

the one

much wiser

than me,



the keeper

of the door

held open,



vigilant

waiting

for her

adolescent

father,



to finally

find  his

way home.

6/12/2008



Last week

seven of my

children were

all together for

the first time

in along

time,

.

and as

each one

came into

the room

to greet me.

I felt my roots

grow

deeper and

deeper to

the center

of the

universe.,



and in

their smile

I saw the

smile of

my father,

the smile

of my

mother.,



and as

I drank

in their

laughter

I became

drunk with

life.



and when

night fell

I looked up to

the heavens

took a deep

breath into

my soul.



then I

memorized

every star

and shimmer.

up above

my head,



and I knew

and I

was certain



I had finally

found my

place in

the universe.

You would always

sit in your

baby carrier

with an odd

little tilt

of your

head,



and I would sit

across from you

and tilt my head

in return,



and even

though you

were a baby

you would

laugh and I

swear you

would get

our little

inside joke.



and as you

grew the

neck tilt

would stop

but I would

look for it

over and over

again,



but as you

grew older,

your sense of

humor grew

and it wouldn't

be long

until you were

the center of

everyone's

attention.



and your

laughter would

pour over us

and your words

would be

funny and kind,,



and I knew

you had the gift

of laughter

from my father,



and though

he passed

many years before

you were

born,



i can still

hear him

in your voice

in your laughter

I see him

in your eyes

at night.



they light up

a room they

light me and

your mother's

heart,



to know

that the

memory of

your little head



would be

forever tilted

in our

hearts to

hold.

(for Noah when he was

5 years old)



Child angel

resting

on a pillow

of clouds.



Head of hair

three weeks

overdue

from the

barber's

chair.



spiderman pajamas

keeping

your dreams

toasty

against the

midnight air.,



your mother

and  I lying

next to

you as you

sleep.



only five

years old.

and you

have made

every

dream in our

lives come

true.



slumber well

our son.

slumber deep.



under this

harvest moon



our dreams

you keep.

Summer
The curtains are still
A distant train is muted
Soles against the wall

a tyrants reign has
finally come
to and end,

a poet tear
bleeds deep
inside your
heart then
dries inside
your soul.

runaway sorrow
vanishes from
view beyond
the horizon
line..

and all I
can do
now is simply
stand
in front of
you ...

and say

hello...

The rain rolls off roofs

I see your blur
down the hall
Words die
on my lips

last night
hangs upon
my body like a
mist of
stale sweat
and circumstance.

love was never
something to
navigate our
feelings,

emptiness was
just a need that
had to be filled.

and as you
wipe me
from between
your legs and
mouth...

I can feel
what little
love I had
left for you
in my heart

begin to
runaway like
a mongrel
dog crying..

to hell perhaps..

it seems like
a much
better place
than here.....

Your mother

and I

stood

on

the exit

steps of

Kaiser hospital

in Hollywood

the day

after you

were born.


The nurse

handed us

some brochures

and said

she wished

us all

of the best,

and that

you were

one of the

most beautiful

babies that

she had

ever seen.


your mom

and I

just looked

at each other

wondering why

no one was

coming

home with us

to help us

raise you

until you

were at least

18 or so.


The morning dawn

was just coming

up over the

hills and I

knew our

lives would

never be

the same,


and that

I would

try with

all of my might

to be a good

father for you,


but deep inside

I was thinking

what in

the world

am I

suppose to

do with

you now.


so for

the next 30

or so years

we tried

our best and

gave you

all of our love

and all

the ounces of

our wisdom.


and you

have given me

more than

I ever thought

possible for

a daughter

to give her

father.


and to have

the honor of

raising you

through the

years


in my life

that has

made all

of the difference

in the world.

Something I

remember

most about

you.



When you were

about 4 years

old for

some odd

reason you

would want

me to

cuddle with you

and lie down

and read

books in

the corner

of  a room.



it would

never take

long and soon

you were

in your

angel sleep.



and often

was the

time we would

wake up

in a pile

of blankets

in the morning

that way.



with each

of our dreams

tucked away

in each other's

heads.



with you resting

your head

on my

arm and

your tangled

angel hair all

wrapped up

around my

face.



I never asked

you for reasons

why but

eventually

you grew out

of this phase,



but to this day

those nights

with you

lying next to

me with your

stuffed animals

were some

of the most

tenderest moments

of my life.



your little

angel sighs  

when you

would turn

your body

one way

and then

the next.



and every

moment it

just meant

more and more

to me

to realize

that for the



rest of

my life

that God

had given

me you

to take

care of.



and now at

21 one years

old you

are one of

the most

beautiful things

that I

have ever

seen.

And on

your birthday

God

handed you

to me,



and I felt

unworthy.



no matter

of fate

could bring

such a

perfect child

here to

me.



and our

stars were

from that

moment

crossed,



and  my heart

became full

of you.



and dinosaurs

and sci-fi

movies and

sports would

be the

stories of

our lives.



and evening

prayers of

faith would

be our

canopy.



and your

worldly travels

would fill

your dreams,



and I would

grow old

and you

would constantly

make me

feel loved,



cause even

in the

greatness of

the man

you have

become,



always in

your eyes



I still

see my

child.



and that

is the

greatest

moment

in my

life ,



that I

have ever

come to

know.

You will see
her move
in and out,

like a cat through
the back alleys
of her life,

never staying
to long in
one place,

barely long
enough to
catch your
first name
and rarely
ever your
last.

and her
kisses will
lose there
conviction
after one
kiss maybe
two.

but her
claws in
your back
will run
deep,

and the
sighs in
her thighs
will hold
tight,

and then
in the morning
she is gone,

like she was
almost ashamed
of it all.

she says she
is looking
for true
love,

fat chance of
that.

stupid cat...

4/13 /2012

and where
your dreams
lie in
deep slumber
so do
mine.

and the
crimson
sunset
each morning
is the
horizon
we dance
and sing
upon.

and forever
is the
place
inside
your eyes,

that I
have always
searched
to find ,

since
I was
a child
and then
as
I grew
to be
a man.

and peace
is the
field of
gold
our thoughts
lie tangled
in lover's
bound.

and to
each
other
we are
the mirror
to which
we see
God
at his
best.

and not
fire
or hell
could
ever
pull
us apart
from
each
other's
side,

we are
the soil
in which
each other
grows.

and this
world
is but
a temporary
glimpse
of what
we shall
become,

when the
time
of judgment
arrives,

and you
will be
the light
and soul
in my
eyes,

the moment
God calls
us home,

and my
life
will be
yours
in time,

just as
in this
simplest
of
moments,

like a
new bornl
child reaches
'in trust
and yearning

the first
time
he sees
his mother's

eyes.

the universe poem

we laugh
and dance
under
the same
sky,

we share
the same
blood
,

in the
children
that we
raise,

gifts from
heaven
given
in great
faith,

from God
to the
mother
to the
father,

to our
hearts
and souls.

the reflection
of our
youth
in their
eyes,

the promise
of our
future in
their days
to come.


they grow
and take
with them
all that
is me
and all that

is you.

but the best
parts
will be
mostly of
you,

because
you are
the center
of our
universe,

and to
you we
will always
love.

like clouds
to sky,

stars to
black.

without
you.

we would

surly die.






i

Behind the
innocence
of your
morning
smile,

I find
peace,

and in
the feeling
of your
gentle
breathing
as you
awake,

with your
face
pressed
close
against
my chest,

I find hope.

to begin
another day,

to worship
you another
moment,

and the
falling
of stars
in your
eyes
at dawn

captivates
me like,

a fire
moth
drawn
to a
****** flame.

and the
eternity
in your
kiss
overwhelms
me,

like lightning
exploding
across
a hot
indian
summer
sky.

and as I
lie in your
arms I
know,

all that will
ever
become
of me,

is written
in  God's
hand,

in this
morning
glimmer

in your
eyes.

and in the
angel touch
of your
heart,

and in
the holy
baptism
of your
soul as
it lies
this
morning

with mine.

to be
with you,

means
the light
of my
eyes
will never
leave,

for to be
without you,

surely
my eyes
would grow
old
dim,

and to love
you as
I do ,

down and
through
the marrow
of my
bones,

brings me
a completeness
I have
never
known.

it is the
order
of stars
and sky
that blanket
this night
that I
hold you,

it is
the certainty
of husband
and wife
that I
love  you.

the whispers
of my
soul
tells
me it
is so,

that in
this time
under
this open
sky

our
destinys
collide
to become
only one.

and God
smiles
upon us

as only
he can.

when all
is well
and done,

and we
make
our final
journey
to him

together
unafraid,

loves
children
in his

eyes..

(2/4/13)

my thoughts
of you
cover me
like a
deep dream
that I
never
want
to leave

or awake
from.

the lingering
memory
of the
taste
of your
lips on
mine,

is like
the first
drops
of rain
upon
a meadow,

and my
thirst
for you
is great.

and my
calling
to your
soul
is true.

and with
each
day's
end

I pray
for one
more
moment
with you.

where the
sun is
brighter
the yearning
for love
is greater,

and the
ache
of my
body
against
yours

is felt
with every
breath that
I take,

and to
know this

this one
moment
with you

is everything.....

(on a day when patty was ill)

And I will
sit diligently
and fill  these
moments with
prudence and
salvation,

in the empty chair
next to
your bed.

I will tend to you
as a garden
inside my heart
and let
your roots
grow deep,

and in
the moments
that you sleep.

I will dream
of you,

with you
until
you awake.

and you
are well.

and in a
moment that
you might stir

you will
always open
your eyes
to find me
there.

We wake
to  the
morning
light,

and we
tangle
our feet
and cuddle
close our
bodies,

like two
monterey
otters
at play,

and take
deep
breaths
and sighs,

as we
look
into
each other's
eyes,

and.it
always
feels
like the
first
morning
of you in
my bed.


when I
look into
your eyes
and tremble
a bit
for fear
you might
be leaving.

but you
stayed and
suddenly
my sunrise
finds it's
color.

and my
arms regain
their feeling
as I
wrap
them around
your waist.

and I
promise
to myself
I will
never
let
you go,

till death
do us
part.

and even
then

I promise
you it
will only
be but
for
a moment.

till we
lie in
God;s house
till you
are back
in my
arms again.

and otters
play
on some
distant
monterey
peninsula
beach.

that always
makes me

think of
you........

You have
shown
me that,

marriage is
a light
to better
see myself
it hides
nothing
in shadow.

it is
a morning
star
to set
my path
upon,

and without
question,

my marriage
to you
with God's
guidance,

has been
the foundation
of all
that I
have
become,

and I
the slippers
that gently
fits upon
your
delicate
feet,

and my
heart
the gold
at the
end
of the
rainbow,

that you
wished
upon
as a
child.

and our
children
have been
the blessings
that God
has given
us in loving
care,

to be
together
for eternity
as a
family
of one,

and in
my dreams
I chase
your smile,

and in
my waking
hours
I dream
your kiss.

and in
all the times
between,

I carry
inside me
your whispers
from the
thousand
times
that we
lie

naked in
our bed.

and like
angels
sighing

we  love.

marriage poems 4/22/13

Let me
take a deep
breath
of you,

and then
jump in
your innocence
above
my eyes,

and quench
my thirst
in all
that you
are,

let me
dance
in celebration
with you,

under
this cantaloupe
moon
light,

and hold
your
heart
still,

and suckle
your *******
tender

and laugh
with
you in
naughty
giggles
throughout
the night

where our
lover's
embrace,

and sighs
are heard
over and
over again,

as I
make
love
to you
till our
bodies
ache of
love.

and the
morning
comes
to bless
our eyes,

and I
hold
my breath
again,

to jump
into
everything
that you
are or
will ever
become,

my best friend
my wife
my soul mate
the mother
of our
children,

my passion
lover,

my wife
in Christ,

and in this
morning........

the very
air
that I
live and

breathe.

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...