My love
inhales.

I take
your breath.

scorpion
tracks
of salt
from
the hot
sun
run down

your
golden
tanned
back.

you arch
to receive
me.

my body
slopes
to deliver.

and stars
collide.

and
black stone
belly clouds
burst to

deliver
white
snow
diamonds

from the

empty sky.

heavens
rage,

love binds
us eternal.

this dream

I have
of you

tonight.

In thought

of you

here,



Heart
displaced.

shadow
smiles,

hour glass
moments,

fleeing
from across
your face.

no one
listening
to stalled
heart beats.

your thoughts
jumping
from one
moon
to the next.

holding
back
time.

upsetting
the gentle
balance
of the
universe.

because your
not really
there.

your here
with me.

as the tide
wipes the beach
clean of false
impression.

so have you
allowed me
and my

heart
to breathe

again.

In the

baptism
of your
exhaustion

from the

night before.


I would

guard
your sleep.

and prop
your head
upon my
chest.

let my

thoughts
pour over
you,
like a soft
rain.

I would

tend your

garden
while you
slept, and
play
like a
child with
your tangled

angel hair.

I would

hum you
a melody in
your ears.
and keep

your fears
at bay...

I would sit
and watch
you sleep.

In hope that
in the morning
when you
awake.

we would be


everything.

I seek
your smile,
like a six
year old
engulfed
in the
curiosity
of you.

I peek
through
the diamond

paned windows
of your
thoughts
that you have
left  open
to me.

everything new.

somethings
unexplained.

in the still
moments before
dawn,
I sit here
at my
keyboard
and talk to
it about you.

the joys
you feel.

the heart aches
we hide.

and then
you give
me pieces
of you.

and I
hold them
dear.

like sunlight
to flowers.

you awaken
me again.

once again,

in my
hands just
out
of grasp,

my heart

tangled in
the dry
weeds of
deceit just
below my
feet.

I stumble
bleeding
from  this
experience
of loving
you.

but you
will never
tend my
wounds

to heal.

or give false
witness to
my scars

to rectify.

should of
worn blinders
to shield
me,

from false
hopes,

or falling
into the pit
of being
alone
again,

without
promise
insight.

this cantaloupe
moon sighs
over me.

and once
again
I still think
of you

and what
was lost

that should
of been

found.

Under black

night star lite,



I would be

your pillow,

and my dreams

your sheltered

grace.



and in

these moments

of salvation

I would give

you all

that I am.



the travels

of many roads

the tears

of many hearts.



I would lay

down upon

your dreams

and cover them

with mine.



a thousand miles

away ,



only a

moment"s  wink

in time,



when I

hold close

this moment,



and  think of

it  and

you as

mine.

We are

the colors

of the sky,



the texture

of honesty

trust and

the passion

of love.



and the

bleeding

of our

hearts

to one

another,



are the

arching

rainbows

that fill

the sky.



we walk

in spirit

dreams

across a thousand

miles of sea

never to

be awaken,



across the

thousand

bridges

of  life

never to

pretend.



and we

swim in

the seas

chasing our

dreams to

one another

effortlessly,



and my

dreams for

you are

deep and

full.and

quench my

thirst,



as the

rainbows

bend and

leap into

your eyes...



for only

me to

wander

and pray

upon...



and nourish

me until

the belly

of  time



runs dry.

You take
my
breath
away
with
your

teardrop
smile.

your imaginary

fire *******
kisses

and angel
laughter
in the
middle
of our
night.

while
a canopy
moon crests
over a
star
filled
night.

the heavens
bend
to you.

and your
gentle
ways.

and your
angel
smile.

and to
all the
wonders
about
you that
I hold
so dear
to me.

the celebration
of sky
is you

in all
this sky
can hold.

and a
moment
without
you.

would
certainly
be the
absence

of sky

itself.

You are
the dream
of everything.

the slumber
while I
sleep,

as the
peace
and blessing
of your
smile,
falls over
me

you are
the pieces
of my
night
that I
remember
in the morning
when I awake.

the warmth
in my
soul
that I
carry with
me through
out
my day,

till night
returns
me to
you

and our
thousand
dreams
till

dawn.

I can
remember
everything
about the
last time
I witnessed
your smile.

and if
you could
see how
beautiful
the memory
is,

you would
realize
like me
that there
is never
a "was"
to a
moment
spent
with you.

it lingers
and sings
to me,

to reveal
all of
it's secrets,

and though
I might
meet it
now with
empty
pockets
of fate.

your face
is something
I always
carry with
me,

in deep
breaths
and tender
offerings,

in  true
definition
of what

a woman
can do
to your

soul.

So easy
to slip
in and
out of
thought
with you,

like clouds
playing
peek a boo
with the
sun on
a high
sky
timeless
day.

sitting
here
counting  
my fortune
every time
you come
into my
view.

you are
now in
me in so
many
places
that
I call
home.

and you
are always
welcomed
here.

like a
surprise
I knew
nothing
about.

a kiss
I never
saw
coming.

you are
a fortune
found

a seed

beaking out
in my
soul,

a laugh
that makes
me unexpectedly

in the quietest

of moments
see myself

in you.

Life finally

kicked him

dead to

the floor.



and this time

he isn't

getting up.



no marine training

or marriage counseling

or running away

from his problems

is going to save

him now.



jack's not coming

back.



there will be no notes,

or apologizes,

or second serves.



his mind was made

up long ago.



he told us so.

and now he

has made

sure we would all

finally, believe

him.



in his

sixtieth or

so year now

Oregon

will be his final

resting  place

far from all

that knew him.



he was funny

that way.



get to close

to touch him

and his

temper

would only burn

your hand.



and those that

knew him.

will sigh.

and regret

his regrets.

and empty

their pockets

and lie on the

table

all of the memories

good and bad

about him.



but the gun

he allowed

to make

the final

verdict upon

his life.

will now lay

harsh and
cold and  silent.



and the

wish that

he always

carried

with him

just beneath

the surface

will finally be

true.



jack's not

coming back.



and my

world  for one

will miss

him.

There is
never a

long way
around
to your
smile,

it is
such a
graceful
and simple
offering,

God
is in
you,

and you
give him
back

inside me.

and I
in return
sit and
write these
simple words
to you.

from

the first
day
that I
ever
dreamed a

dream of

you



you came

to me like

a first

kiss.



and that

was everything.

The sigh
of your

angel

breath.

the deep
reflection
of your
universal
eyes.

and then
the quiet
gentle
surrender,

of my
open
soul
to you.

to that
place
that is
calm
and safe
and warm.

timeless
in
it's
presence.

rolling
and full
like
a Pacific
ocean
wave.

and all
that
is in
this moment
is the
promise
of your
smile.

and the
beating
of your
heart.

and the
treasure
that is
rich
and pure.

your friendship
and sky.

naked to
my eyes.

You sit
by the
seaside
waters
edge,

and the blue
sky of

London
embraces
you,

and the
afternoon
sun
light
dances
through your
tangled
angel hair,

and the
ocean tide
strains to
touch you.

and the
salt air
intoxicates
you,

and for
a moment
you are
as free as
the seagulls
that hover
like salt and
pepper
pilgrims
above you
on the
breeze.

and you
sit and
wonder in
this moment
and what
your life
has become,

and you
smile
and God
smiles
with you.

and I
smile
for you,

and reach
to catch
your eyes,

to be
intoxicated
for a while

like the
tide that
moves
inside you,

the open
heart that
beats within
you

I reach for
nothing else.

It is 1030 a.m.
on a
a March
monday
morning

the magic
of your
eyes fall
over me,

and as
I look at
you,

in each
heartbeat
there is
a falling
off from
one to
the next.

deep drops
of anticipation
and great
urgency
to catch
my next
breath.

you are
a wonder
to all
that are
around
you.

a  song that
when once
heard
no one
can ever
get out
of their
head.

nor would
they ever
want to.

I learned
that lesson
long ago.

the sun will
follow the
moon and
then the
moon surrender
it's sky
again .

for millions
of years it
has been
adorn by
the stars
this way.

like you.
and your
timeless
beauty

it is
my only
explanation.

of you
that I

believe.

This moment

your dreams
come true,

I can tell
by how
you are.

blessed
by spirit
and God's
hands
upon you.

and moments
of you
have fallen
to me,

and I
cherish
them.

and keep
them safe
and without

judgment,

perhaps it
was a
smile one
day or
the wording

of one of

your poems

the next.


they are
the footprints
that you
have left
upon me.

and I
have changed,

I appreciate
you more,

and I am
better for
these
moments

and in
my dream
I hope
you feel

the same.

in innocence

and hope

that each

moment of

our day

will be

the best.

I have

always felt

about you

that we could

live our

dreams and

life out

inside a

raindrop.



nourishing the

earth kissing

the flowers

as we fall.

and breathe.



giving back

to the

universe much

more than

we ever

received.



I have always

believed we

would then

grow old and

flourish into

something

and two people

far greater

than when

we began,



as God

blessed and

watched over

us.



maybe it

is just I

am sitting

right now looking

outside my

window and

it is raining

and it makes

me think

of you,



because you

have so

nourished me

with the

words you

write,



the insight

you give

me in life.



and the feeling

that you and

I could live

inside a

raindrop.



and very

happy

very happy

we would

always

be.

The pauses between

the moments

in our lives,

never go

unanswered or

wasted upon something

or someone so

much less.



there is a

rhythm between

us and a

still like

when the

sun first

breaks over

the horizon line.



and everything

in the world

begins again.



and so there

my thoughts

and prayers find

you.

on a walk

in a garden

in a dream

half imagined.



and i have not

wandered far.



for how good

I for now a

part of you

defines me.



and now I

am the better

for it.

like flowers

buried under

winter's first

snow, or the incoming

tide chasing away

the outward sea.



I am here next to

you in heart.

and that has made me

a better man

indeed.



and that has

made all

the difference

of day to

night and

whispers to

song in

your eyes.

Hold these

words tight and with

deep meaning,

just beneath

your breath.



let my thoughts

flow like

a river through

you bending

and rising

to fall.



take your thirst

of love and

emotion from

me,



and never let

my spirit go.



and may

my kisses

on a breeze

take your

breath away,



just as God

had intended.



and when this

life is said

and done,

and the

road no longer

rises to meet

your feet,



and this last

sunset becomes

all you will

ever see,



let it be our

sunset,



and rejoice

in the million

shared smiles

we have shared,

in my poems



to you,

may you

read them

over and

over again.

till the end

of days..



and at the

moment of

your last thought

may you  smile and

simply say "yes I

loved and was

loved by

the many and

by the

few.and

deep in

my words



for a hundred

years and more.

may you

forever sleep

my love.

It's a
us day,

lying your
daydreams
against
the hard
back bark
of a
tilted
sycamore
tree,

watching
the child
of your
past
rise
up in
your eyes
to meet

me.


so many
changes
between
then and
now.

young
and old.

so many
impressions
and curves
etched
on the
character
of our
lives

no longer
afraid to
look in
the mirror,

without
a prayer
first,

to ease
the view
of our
hearts.

and I

for now
I will
never
let anything
hurt
you,

or bring
you down.

or let
you ever
be cold,

you have
my words
to wrap
around
you

for all
of that.

may you
read me
and feel
me,

for all
the days
of your
life.

under this
sycamore
tree and

open sky..


could
anything else
be more

beautiful than

that.

I dream
just outside
your smile.

just close
enough
for you
to know
that I
am there.

brushing
your hair
with a
touch,

moving
to reach
for your
hand with

a thought.

in a
moment
of my
own
redemption,

and stars
shine
brighter
in your
eyes,

than I
have ever
seen
before.

and what's
to think
of this
moment,

but to
live it
with all
of my
heart.

and balance

with the

universe.

and nothing

could touch

me more,



but the

simple gift

of your

smile,



and for

you to

acknowledge



we are here.

There is
a prelude
to your
smile,

and my
thoughts
some days
bask
there,

like a
jungle
cat
in shade
on a
steamy
hot jungle
afternoon.

and I
drift in
and out
of dreams,

like a
boat
arching
above
and below
the crests
of each
approaching
ocean wave.

not caring
of height
or depth
or direction
or wind,

but only
that I
am with
you for
this moment
sharing
this space
in time,

and dancing
with you
in God's
full view.

and suddenly
at midnight

my time

I imagine

you waking
far across the

Atlantic ocean,

sleep blossoms

still in your eyes,


and suddenly I

see your smile,



and righteously

this moment

becomes
the best
dream

of all.

You are

the sunrise

to my

morning

every

morning,



the bringer

to light

and warmth

and the

vanquisher

of shadow

dreams.



you are

the gate

keeper

to all

that lies

inside you,



and I the

pauper

that stands

before your

gate.



one hand

open for

your generosity

of caring,



one hand

open for

you to

touch

my fate.



in these

distant

times when

we walk

on separate

paths



that still

somehow

have

brought

us here,



to this

place

this understanding,



that we

are so

much

more together



than we

could ever

be apart.

And your

dreams run

deep,



still water

thoughts

of past and

future

songs.

of harmony

with love

witnessed

by the

beauty of

all that

is you.



and over

a hill or

behind a broken

mirror on

a wall

lies all of

the secrets

of you.



acquired over

the years of

dreams and

salutations.



and to

sit and

talk and

share them

with you

for a moment

here a

moment there

would be

answering

all the

daydreams

I have of

you.



Where God

could listen

to our

conversations

and smile

above us..



with a

thought of

"it is good

in this life

that you

too have

met in

your journeys

through life,"



and I

know it

is good that

we have met

so I might

give you

all the words

you inspire

me to write,



like a child

running home

with his

final school

day report card

before summer,



so do
I run

to you,



to write

Between
my God
and river
and earth.

your breath
your
open
heart,

is the
only constant
of the universe
inside
my imagination.

questions lie
unanswered,

like so many
pawns
left
unplayed
on a stone
tablet
chessboard
in a park.

and my
thoughts
fall to
you.

and my
open
hand
reaches
for you.

and the
crimson
color of
dusk
turns
to ash,

and star
gates
hide
in the
deepest
parts
of space.

where
your dreams
lie


and my
thoughts
and dreams
lie
with you.

unashamed
only
pure
in touch.

and I
am certain.
the
sun only
rises

because

it knows
to where
you
are.

And someone

might stand

beneath a

falling star


and not know

what I know,


that it is

really just

universal light

reflecting from

your eyes.


cascading across

the black night

in glory.


moving on

a path of

celestial

bliss,


and I have

been the

child looking

up hoping to

catch a

glimpse

of you,


a moment of

your heavenly

smile.


as stars

play tonight

and moons

dance amongst

them,


and my dreams


could ask for

nothing more.

This moment,


Heaven all

around

your eyes

in quiet

still of a

midnight sky.


clouds running

the horizon line

my thoughts

fall to you

like rain drops

seeking earth.
to nourish

and bless

your soul.


and what is

to become

of all

your angel

smiles,


as starlight

covers this

universal sky.


you the giver

of life to

everything

around you,


your laughter

the sound

of angel's sighs.


and at

the morning break

do not ever

think that

you are

alone or

not on

my mind,


to wish

you well and

to give

you prayers

of the morning

when you

first awake,


of love of

peace of

dreams

of yours

that will forever

come true.


with grace

in silent

night.


I pray.


one day

I might

find you


there.

And sleep

creeps across

your face to

close your

weary eyes,



and I wonder

about you

3000 miles

away,



my destiny

it seems

are in

these words

to seek

your smile

and  one

day to hear

your laughter

at dawn.



and whether it

be this lifetime

or the next

under a

summer solstice

sky or night.



I will willingly

surrender all

of my stories

to you,



for your blessings

and wide-eyed

amusement.



and until then

I will search

the stars for

you that tonight

set my thoughts

to wonder,



if you might

reach out

to me someday,



like dandelions

reach for

the sun,



like water

falls from

the sky.



you are a

wonder to

me over and

over again.



with your Calypso

eyes and your

melancholy

way,



and certainly

in God's heart

I know one



day my

dreams will

call you

home.

And what

is to become

of our winter

shadows

and conscience

stories



if we do

not share

them most

between us.



let my

watercolor

memories

bleed on

to your

page and

yours to

mine.



to sit

on an English

hill and close

tight your

eyes

and share

our life

conversations

back and forth

in prayers.



our voices

like the echos

of an

ocean wave

between two

great ocean

shells.,



your voice

do I hear

whenever

I close

my eyes.



and wish

upon your

dreams,



that you

share with

me tonight.

There  is
a quiver
in your
lips,

where a
moment
ago
my lips
used
to be.

a gentle
nod of
your eyes
where my
dreams
fell
asleep
from the
night
before.

and your
tangled
angel hair,

lies across
my arms
in perfection
like the
bloom of
a thousand
wild flowers

on a hill,

and my
body
aches
at the
sight
of you,

and my
flesh
runs
deep
to your
tender
embrace,

much like
moons to

stars at
night.

that know
exactly
where
they were
meant
to be.

and I reach

for you.

My old

bones call

to you,



one last

offering,



they reach out

to you

like a

stream just

before a

frozen winter's

night.



and I

want to

cherish every

moment of

you,



and your poet

words and

thoughts.



until time

freezes me

over,



and  this

one moment

of you is

lost.



you are

gentle and kind,

loving and deep

of thought,



be willing to

reach out

to me and

take a

leap of

faith with

your eyes

wide open.



so our

words will

tangle there

and our voices

will laugh,



and at times

we will

look to others

like drunken idiots

dancing in

the park,

and we are.



and we

have found

this moment

in time

and we will

waste none

of it.



as I move in

your seas

and you

in mine.



to places

where no  

one else could

fathom.



or ever

dared to

try.

And in

between

your thoughts of

shadow and

light,



and between

your breathing

of sighs

and whispers,



seek me

there.

let me in

to  your quiet

moments

of hope

and despair.



wrap them

around me,



let the

universe

sing and

dance.



and in

your eyes

allow  me

to see

the million

stars that

make them

shine,



like nothing

that I

have ever

seen.



and hold

your  body

still,



so I might

feel your heart

beating against

mine,



like great

oceans

to shore,



tides in

tides out,



but always to

return to

this place

again



with you.

It is

the web

inside

your eyes

that my words

are caught

within,



but not

struggling to

get free,



but instead

struggling to

express.



the beauty

of you,

the touch of

your princess

smile.



the open

sky oceans

in which you

dream,



do not take

pity on  

those of

us that

dream.



searching now

looking

for you

moving past

just outside

this midnight

sky..



we  are

for these

few moments

tangents of

heart,



that have

collided into

this moment.



and I cannot

resist.



no more

than this rain

outside my

window

could ever

fall upward

instead

of following

it's God-given

path to Earth.



and so

I write now

to you.



to these poems

reaching for

a single star,​



and to

whatever

fortunes

your tides

may bring.

You hold

things deep,



Your whispers

are like

the wind

across a

daisy white

topped meadow.



and things of

darkness do

not find

you for

long.



your heart

is too

bright,



your loves

too deep.



and life

is a rainbow

between us

with each

of us

trying to

bridge the

other side.



and nothing

will ever

stop

my wondering

of you,



like a

child amazed

by his

reflection

in a pond.



because I

know we were

meant to

be a part

of our

poet thoughts

and dreams

to one another,



that of which

I am certain.



as the

moon follows

the sun

and then

the sun follows

the moon.



such are

we in

this poet

night.

Put my

head on your

belly and

;let us

lie under

the grace of

this Christian

sky of blue.


Piece with

me all

of the wonders

and circumstance

and tell

me how this

life has

made you

you.

and I will

laugh and

celebrate and

dance through

your heavenly

journey.


and your

voice will

be a river

for me

to glide

upon,


and your

hand will

be a rudder

to guide

my way,


to these

places of

you that

you have

offered few.

your words

like black and white

pearls you

birth to

me and

the depth

of your eyes

is a great

ocean to

dream upon.


I the pauper

you the

music for

all to hear.

and in

this universe,

in the wink

of an eye


you are

everything.

In your

words I

have come

to embrace you.

in your shadows

and in your

light.


your poems

feel like

warm slippers

upon my feet.


comfortable and

full of conscience

like a

break in

an ocean's wave


or a hug

from an old

friend when

you most

needed it.


and open are

your eyes

to the world

and open is

your heart

to those

of us here,


who reach out

to drink more

of you,


like a fine wine

slipping smooth

and easy

down my

.parched old

throat.


I could

live my

life drunk

on you.


and still

I would

still be

wanting more.


like an

old pirate

on high

seas dancing,


still I

would be

wanting more.

I could sit

on this beach

with you

till eternity

tires and

makes it

way to

weary rest.


we could

drink coffee

between friends

and spin

and toss

a midnight

naked tale

or too.


and truth

and honesty

would bathe

us and

patience and

friendship

would take

us gently

by the

hand,


just as if it

had been waiting

for us here

for a life

time.


or if

this moment

as all

we have


look

into your

eyes and

forget all

else,

and you

would be

well with

me,

and I would

be your

caretaker

at your

side.

and nothing

else

would matter,


but this

single star

I see in

the sky

tonight.

In a baptism

of you,

Your poems

of grace and

good

flow over me.


a blessing

to be sure.


for this

tired and weary

soul of

mine.


open your

gypsy eyes

and let

my imagination

swim deep,


and let me

drink of your

angel smile.


and let our

eyes dance

to the thousand

moments of

love that

in our lives

that we

have lived

and lost.


and as

I grasp

your hand

and our bones

reach out

to grow old

together,


let us

sit for

awhile

and bask

in the warmth

that our

words will

never be

alone.


and our

poems will

always find

resting places

in one another's

hearts,


and dreams,

and promises

unanswered...

Nothing must
ever be
left
unsaid
between
us.

or we
risk the
chance that
we may
truly
be lost.

nor midnight
whispers
unspoken,

nor morning
sighs seeking
refuge
unanswered

nor bleeding
promises
forsaken

to dust.

all are the
treasures
of you
I keep.

this moment
this embrace

they are
the seeds

of all
we might
ever
become

together.

Somewhere

in this

ancient

night.
,

your spirit

sleeps

deep.


and all

the essence

that is

you.

entwines

and breathes

and moves

in everything

that is

around

you.

it is a

shadow

dance

you do,


that binds

you engrains

you in

everything

that you

are. and

in everyone
who is
around you.


and from

now on

every day

I feel

its energy,


breathe

it's scent,


it intoxicates

me to dream

of you.


in life's

slumber

moments,


it inspires me

to give you

peace and hope

and love at any

moment,


that you feel

that there

is none.


without words

without asking.

unconditionally..


we are

fountains

to one

another"s

thirst....


that we

must

drink.


to replenish

ourselves

from time

to time

in our

struggle

through

life.

where I am

always

here

for you.


to drink your

fill,

and dream
under the

million

clouds and
stars

that are
in my

sky for you.

eggs burning

in the next

room,

skillet pan

sizzling

with no

relief,


blind sided

by her

awkward

cantaloupe

smile,

her Sunday

best

dress torn

from a

tug and

a pull,

I stumble like

a one legged

man in

full retreat.


having met

my match

and then

some.

bruised with

purple

spots

all up

and down

my face.

because

I lacked

the courage

to say

what had

to be said.


love is

a two

legged

beast,


that can

rise up

and kick

you in the

teeth,

as easily

as wake

you up

with the

tenderness

of kisses

in the

morning

light.


or was

it the

cheap

bottle

of whiskey

flying

across the

room at me

that took

it's toll?


to sober

up in

her hell

bent fire

is to

leave this

world

and never

see the

light again .



begging for

forgiveness

taking the

marks upon

my back

for regret.


pity the

savior who

comes


after me.

Know.

this.


I have

the same

dreams,

I feel

the same

change

of seasons

and need

for restless

walks..


I hunger

for the

same

desires

and union

of bodies

and souls,


and I

will find

you .


in the

wind

touching

my face,

in ancient

spirit

calls..


in diamond

speckled

skies

at night.


know this.

from

this moment

on I  will

hold

closer

still


the sunrise

when I

first awake.


and sigh....

that you

are well...

Though

life's

thorns may

entwine and

bleed our

hearts

dry in

suffering.


in full

witness of

God's

open eyes.


asking

penance,

I would lie

down and

surrender

to you,


and shelter

you from

any harm

or doubt

in love...


the giving

is the

salvation



of turning

black

to light.


to see your

eyes

and taste

your lips,


in faith


without

sorrow.


or pain..


to hold

you still,

with devine

intervention

and patience


of giving

everything,


and receiving

everything


in return.

You run

out the

torn front

screen door,

like a

runaway

child

begging

for the

cover of

the blackest

night,


hoping to

find a

second

do over

chance at

losing your

Sacramento

virginity,


Dorothy

without

toto.


it is one

hell of

a lonely

place.


you need

the time

to catch

your breath,


from the

back room

games

that leave

you scared

and naked

under heaven's

light.


no one

keeping score,


we were just

sixteen years

old caught

somewhere

in the

middle,


of being

one step

older than

we thought

we really

were.


that delinquent

adolescent

place,

where we

will never

talk

about

each other

again.


that in

the middle

place.


with a

canyon

of broken

falling stars

on the

one side,


and empty

pockets of

shattered

dreams

on the


other.

The taste

of goodbye

on her

la la

lips,


hot breath

as she

opens

her mouth

for the

last time


just for

me.


her kid

playing like

an orphan

child neglected

in the next

room.

her mother

and I

lying naked

across her

bed

exhausted

on this

sunday

afternoon.

radio:s

on in

the next

room,


no song

that rings

a bell

or stirs

a particular

memory.


just this

infectious

moment

in her

siren

eyes,


and the

deepest

thought

knowing

that I

shall

never

feel this

way again.


and a

caption

above

our heads

that we

may both

live to

regret

this passing

sorrow.

I the

compass

now broken,

her the

shape in

the clouds

that you

think you

see something

for a

moment,


and then

in the

next moment

it is

forever

gone.

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.