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  as mine.

Rogue
smiles,

tender
lolli pop

kisses
shared,

tell
our full
measure.

fingers
entwined
as we
sleep.

at first
chance
to awake
you,

I reach
to pull
you close.

the moonlight
caresses

our entangled
silhouettes,


and again
like a
miracle,


it is
true,

I witness
it.

this
diamond
necklace
sky has
lost
it's

universal
presence.


for it
pales in
comparison

to the
moments

you lie
over me.

and all I
see
is the

canopy
of you.

For a
moment,
within
these whiskey
breath
shadows.

let me
have
your eyes
to dream
upon,

because
I have
been
beaten up
and battered
around,
for way to
long to

stand full

measure

of myself.


holes in
my denim
shirt
front
pockets

from each
time my
broken
heart
has fallen
from my chest.

tired
of being
lonely.

like the
last renegade
man stranded
at a run down
bar.

or the
last bouquet
of sundowner
flowers,
that
no one

tonight will
be taking
home..

in my gut
I need

someone
to take
me home.

to be the
vessel

to fill
if only
for a while,

that I
might
blossom
and bloom
with
someone
to tell me
their
secrets,

and let
me
give them
mine for

safe keeping
in return.

can you
promise
me this.

with
both eyes
closed,


and a

prayer of

salvation with

all of

your might.


and seal

it with a

kiss deep
with open lips,


and a million

promises


that this moment

will never  end..

We are

the colors

of the sky,


the texture

of honesty

and trust,


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 are

dreams to

one another

effortlessly,


much like

a mother

breast

feeding

her new

born babe.


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 all time


runs dry.

He is leaving her

going back

to hide in his

peter pan

music and deep

bottle of boos.



She leans
back
naked
of thought
against
the cobble
berry
******
wall.

her jester
wind
has gone
to dance
in the hair
of some
other would
be lover"s
fool.

the stars
burned
out tonight.

no wishes
falling
in her
eyes.


not a
shred
of her
forever
after
princess dress
left to
mend.


left standing
in the dark
at midnight,

with only
an all

to familiar
Punkin,

and four
large hungry
rats to
feed.

The rabbit
hole opens,

swallows you
whole.

no lifeline
no looking  
back.

love on
the run.

like a
wild river
****** in
a Cajun
storm.

an unexpected
change

of course
tumbling over
and over
yourself.

an unexpected
naked
circumstance
of souls.

veins in
your heart
pulse in
a barren
body of  lies

that stings
your ears
and rots your
tongue..

like poison
spawn from
the lips of
false passion.

and the

curse of

devil kisses.


everyone
must die
in truth

to begin.

this journey
back to truth

to love again,

without that


no one

ever gets

out of here

alive.

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.

Your morning
white
dress
christening
my eyes,

I am
hypnotized

at the
way you
move
in it
across
the room.

by the way
your hair
streams,

like a
thousand
golden
stands
of sand
across
your
face.

and your
lips of
rose
blossoming
to mine.

the sweet
smell
of you,

at your
first
smile
dancing.

your laughter
like
small
droplets
of rain
running
down my
back.

sensations
arousing.

and your
hands
reach
to confide
in mine,

and your
thoughts
paint in
each of
the numbers
of my
paint by
number
dreams.

and somewhere
between
this moment
and the
promise
of the
next.

tomorrow
has lost
it's
meaning.

only this
moment
matters.

right now
here with

you.

Tonight.

your love
is buried
37 years
deep.

guarded
by fences
and feelings
sharp.

captured
there
but
not
tamed.

or given

openly to
another
in trust
or complete
surrender.

and you
will not
compromise,

or alter
a degree
to this
course
of life
and love

that you
are on.

so I
follow
in your
wake.

taste
the air
from
your
lips.

shadow
your smile
in my
dreams

yearning
for the
day.

when I
call the
place

beyond
your
fences

home...

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.

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.

Don't pretend

to be an angel

fallen.

or a star

lost in this

black velvet

night.


I trusted you.

you mistrusted

me. and now

our lives lie

like marbles

rolling in

different

arcs

across your

bedroom floor.


unrehearsed paths

racing each other

to nowhere

imparticular.


emotional outcasts

thrown from

our brief existence

to love's oblivion,


with no

future and

barely a past in

sight.


And in the

morning  light

we are not

what we intended

nor promised to

each other to  be,

we are so

much less.


clowns with masks

broken in two.

rainbows only

bleeding black

and white,

shadows of

what we

used to be ,

seeds never

taking root

in love.

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.

Wake
up clementine
lover.

a dove
has flown
out our
bedroom
window.

and deep
pools
of melancholy
still lie in
your
eyes from

the night

before.

and the
morning
remembrance,

leaves us
with these
whispers
we share.

that shape us.


bend us
to one
another's
needs.

and as
your
hand
lies so
tightly
within
mine in

first light,

remember
too.

in this
day or
a million
next...

I never
will
never ever
let your
spirit

go...

Tonight,

surrender
your head
on my

pirate belly,

and

let me
taste and
grow drunk

on your
mouths cheap

lipstick
of desire.

and let me

bleed

dry at the

mercy of
your talons

and deep
caress.

remind me
of my cast

when I was
a child.

when  my
skin
was new,

and my
thoughts
were
pure.

harbor
my soul
still.

give it
rest
and
refuge

from it's

weary
wonderings.

then
bury me
deep,

in your
eyes of
golden
hue.


and tanned

***** of

virtue long

forgotten.


and I

will be this

moment for

you

of all you

can imagine,


and you will

be my lover

but not ever


to abandon me

again.

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
testing
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
in my
blood.

a laugh
that makes
me unexpectedly
see myself

in you.

The sin
that stains
our bed.

the innocence
burnt from
our amber eyes.

naked
half dreams
now
burrowed
inside
my soul.


It is a

tomb to you

that I

now live in.

I am
like a
a delinquent
child
running
mad in my

head begging

for the hungry

hounds to

devour me

and get

their fill.


a next neighbor
closes his

bedroom window

in regret

and draws his

shades to sorrow.


he  plays
judge and jury
to the
night's
unrest.

and the
verdict is in.

he knows it

I know it.


I have
lost you.

and the
key has
been
thrown

into  the
deepest
of places.

not to
be found.

or to be
ever heard

from again.

Upon this
white
wordless
paper ,

that covers
me like
cracked

and bleeding

crocodile skin
upon
my bones.

mourned
are you,

upon my
copper toned
still
face..

ashes
spewed
then
scattered,

like orphaned
grey
burnt
children,

across
a cemetery
sky after
a funeral
of a friend,

left over
poems,

to pray
to in
the streaked
fading
light.

my spirit
cast
to uncertainty.

no destination.

a wayward

vessel with

oars left
hanging
limp
tired
unresolved

by my sides.


open belly
boat
rocking
to no one
to nothing

in particular,

no savior
of sand of land

to ever
kiss and greet
my face again.

now
angels
sing
in darkness.

beckon me
home

to rest.

but not

to journey's
end,

only to
another
beginning.

to a place,
to where
I will mourn
for you

all over

again.

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.

She collects
scrapes
and bruises
on her
heart,

like a
6 year old
school girl
tumbling from

her bike
down an
emotional
hill.

47 and
praying
for the

cleansing

of rain.

in a field
parched
from love,

and a
tender
lovers
midnight
hand.

now she
dodges
falling
stars,

once she
wished
upon them.

and the
morning
Halloween
face
in the
mirror she

thinks

can't
possibly
be her.

a her
she
doesn't
even
recognize
anymore.

afraid of
changes
she will
just live
her life.

to the end



and then

simply fall

away from

the earth.

in all
she has

martyred


and has
cocooned
herself
within.
.

but once......

sigh.

The hunger

of loneliness

and it's
shiny white
teeth,

and cold
chilled
breath

that surrounds
you naked
late
at night,
when

you hear
every sound
for a
hundred
miles
around your
bed.

and every
night
under
starless
skies it's
appetite
lies unfulfilled,


so it
returns

where
it knows

despair
best.

like a river
flowing
straight
and true
to you.

again
and again

and again
.
returning
to scrape
it's
teeth sharp
on your
hearts
hollow
bones.

to kiss
gently

with
a lie
upon it's
face..

the
*****

you have

become

the puppet

your lover
left
behind

to pray
in the darkness

to dine
with the
devil all

alone.

You sit
by the
seaside
waters
edge,

and blue
sky
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.

Carry
me weary
to the
boat
my friend

and then
ferry me
true
to the
other side,

empty my
pockets
of hoard
and greed.

that at

times made

me petty

and blind.


sing me

my story

anthem.

pay the
Ferry man

his due.

bleed me
out of
sin and
doubt.

color me
the pauper
the lion

the father

the husband
all true.

stay with
me awhile,

then release
my tired
and fragile

bones
to dust.

and let
me
forever

hold
your
smile.

dear.

Serpent weeds

of my aged

memories
clogging,
invading,

cracking through
the  walls of
my soul.

looking into
the mirror
and seeing

myself in

the veil of
what is half true
and half
false.

dreams
no longer
recognized
make strange
bed fellows
in the
night.

leap of faith
falling
dead to
mother
earth.

m n m's
spewing
from a poor
boys back
pockets.


a beggars banquet

to all
who gather
to see
me  on

my knees

gathering

there.


yellows first

then greens

then browns.


a lesson well

learned from when

I was a child.



when death

was just a

five letter word.


to laugh at

in the night.

It is 1030
on a
a February
Sunday
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.

The most
unsettling
place that
I have
known.

the darkest
place
that
I am
alone

are the
places

I am
without
you.

tangled
within
myself.

unsure
of even
my own
human
nature.

the world
still reaches
out to me.

yet I am
afraid
to welcome
it in.

afraid to
seek my
fortune.

of chance
or change
or Destiny's
wishes.

I knew once
I was safest
in your arms.

in your
dreams

in all that
surrounded
me that
was you.

and now
I have  
not felt
that way
in a very
long time.

and my  
greatest
fear
is that
I may never
feel that
way again.

why would
you ever
choose to
leave me
here without
you.

unprotected
in the silence.

unloved in
my heart

alone,

missing
kisses,

in the dark.

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 warm,

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.

Enormous
fake *****.

she thinks
she walks
on water,

no wait
it is wine
cheap at
that.

I see
her buy
it sometimes
at 6 in the
morning
at the
local
supermarket,

when
she thinks
no one
else can
see.

and she
always
pulls me
aside gives
me a sloppy
kiss on
my cheek.

and then
proceeds
to tell me
her latest
personal
fiasco.

or about
this current
lover or
that and
how he isn't
quite
right. and
he never
calls her back,


or that
he is
so inadequate
in bed.
it almost
puts her to
sleep.



She is

a woman

running on

empty.

Today I
woke
up it was

5:45 a.m.
and I didn't
want to
stir from
bed.


didn't need
my trix
cereal fix
that bad.


I said
to myself.

didn't want
to go
to the
supermarket

just to
see if
she was

dead.

Beneath the
bleachers,
our toes buried
by misguided
popcorn
bites.

our life
is a wonderland.
of confetti
and caged
animal
deliverance.

our laughter
echos
from the
furled
corners
of heavy
canvas tents.

Sparks fly
from the
mingling
of our lust
at play.

dust
finally
settled

on a show
that I thought
would never
end.

Carney girl
over ringmaster

under ringmaster

and everything

in-between.

nothing
tamed.

two souls
eternally saved.

by big tops /

and deep
revival

kisses.

Oceanside california

four in

the morning.

eating
**** dog
corn, and

drinking a

poor man's

whiskey.



walking
talking
to whats left

of myself.

My giddy up
footsteps
follow carry
me home.

old,

Beginning

my final sleep
inside
my bones,



it comes

over me,

like warm

milk soaking

through
my favorite

pecan
cookie.



it reminds
me that

one of
these
days,
I will
keep

my final

promise
to you.

and let
all of
the rest
fade to black.


like

juvenile

feathers long

ago fallen
at my
feet.,



in the

end of

questions and

doubts,



there will
only
be you.

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
simply,

live it
with all
of my
heart.

My dreams
would
lie over
you
in lover's
trust.

and I
would
give you
all my
prayers
and thoughts,

and I

would quest
my life for all
that you
have to
give.

and banish all
of the
misguided
reasons
in your
life why
love
has left
your
eyes,

and we
would run
in to
the falling
corona
sun,

to your
secret hot
places
of sighing
whispers,

and midnight
callings
that only
your heart
would
know.

patient
at your
touch.

captivated
by your
ways.

and rogue
manner
that you
hold
your smile.

over a rose
covered bed.

and sand
pebbles

falling
from your
angel hair
like golden
lights
from a
black
night
sky.

I would
find
you

and
hold
you

forever under

this open Texas
sky...

You are somewhere

else now,


Running full

speed,


a bat

out of

hell could

not hope

to catch

you.


and I can

only peep

through

the key hole

of your

leftover

thoughts

to catch

a glimpse

of who

you might

be deep

inside.


but I

am certain

that your

dreams

run still

and deep ,

and your

battles are

many,


and in

your mind

the  armor

that you

wear around you

is righteous

and equal

to any task.


but it will

always make

me feel

safer now,


to know

that I am

here and

you are

there,


even though

I will

never understand

those reasons.


it is

a clear

choice that

you made

about  us

a long

time ago..


like the

moment

when a

a child

first learns


how to lie.

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
sky..

against this t

tilted tree

could
anything else
be more

beautiful than

that.

We lie
deep
in love's
past illusions,

in speckled
darkness.

a greed
of loves
hunger
drives us.

under a
cantaloupe
slice moon
delicious.

my hollowed
self
shimmers
in your
reflection.

I can not
hide from
you.

though light
beckons us,

over the
horizon,

we will have
none of it.

we slumber
in the
belly
of the
darkness
that engulfs
us,

unwilling
to move
or be
stirred by
the morning
light,

a abandoned
teapot
blows
off key
in the next
room.

it will
have none
of this
morning
either.

as I
lie in your
arms
and you
in mine.

and we
pretend
forever

away.

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

desert sands

sleep blossoms

still in your eyes,


and suddenly I

see your smile,



and suddenly

this moment

becomes
the best
dream

of all.

It is a
far too
simple
beauty,

that you
parade
your smile
across my
eyes.

I carry
you with
me.

like wind
on the
water.

and though
you leave
me
here.

here is
where
you will
always
find me.

a headstone
as a matter
of fact.

to your
laughter,

to your
passion
to hard
and heavy
nights.

it is dearly
a missing
moment
without
you here.

a hole in
the sky.

a star fallen
upon my
back.

unexpectedly
broken
below my
feet.

my heart
is like
a fire"s
embers,

long past
the flame.

black
and
hidden
from
view.

unable to
rekindle
the moment

again.

and in

the night

I can feel it.



this moment

this is

where hell

begins.

Half asleep
under a
pavilion
of diamond
sparkled
stars
tonight.

words
elude you
like fat
grey striped
squirrels,

playing
hide and
go seek

in high trees
in a park

words of
of trust
have misused
you.
and left
you
here.

a broken
seed
that love
is unable
to tender
and grow.

and you
ask not
of my
comfort,

or my
arms
to bend
in love
around
you.

but only
that i
just be
here.

and "be
the one
who
understands".

and no
greater
task
have I
found
in the
universe.

no other
path
must I
now hold
true.

than now.

just to
sit and
be with

you.

Basking in
love's sheltered
bliss,

open vessel
of times
searching
sand dropping
south.

sunset colors
smeared, by

a careless
God's
child like  hands
at play.

we begin.

to count
down the
minutes.

to exhale
the breaths
that nurture
us,

and
give us
life.

love becomes
our devotion


our loss
of it,

the bleeding

of our
tragic
hearts..

time
almost
done.

there is a
bounty
to be
paid in full,

by all
who have
not
welcomed
it.

by those
who did
not dance,

in awe.

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.

Our prayers
answered
in your
heavenly
bed.

quenched
thirst

from a
midnight
passioned
kiss.

my hand
resting
on the
small
of your
angel
back.

time
keeper
moments,

that
define
us.

moments
­that we
navigate
upon,

like
stars
of the
constellations
above
our head.

no boundaries
there
in your
siren
smile.

only
contentment
as you
rise
your
eyes
to mine.

in the
mist
of fallen
dreams,

amongst
the rumble
of broken
hopes.

you will
always
find
a moment
to tenderness

here.

waiting
for you

in my
eyes.

we can
never
go back.

to Sunday
mornings,


with the
loves
of our
lives.

turning over
like an
open love
letter
for only
them to
read
in our
bed.



holding us
dear.

it is
a reflection
that you
can
never
focus
to clarity.

a heart
beat
that
skips a
beat,

and then
never
comes back
to you
again.

a first
kiss

just once.

and then
it runs away
from your
lips.

and at the
thought
of him.

you rush
for the
cold
salvation
of a
ice
shower
against
your skin.

whenever
to remember
when.

it is a
solitary maze
you walk..

and his
arms are
lost
to you.

and my
words.

are such
a poor
substitute

for the
look
in his
eyes,

whenever
he would
see you.

the laughter
in his
voice,

over
something
that you
have said.

this Sunday
morning

I can't
promise.

I can't
promise.

I can only
give
you these
pauper's
words

and a
place
to rest
your
weary
head.

tonight.

Eat the sun.


then
pull the

rotted roots
out from
her naked
soul.

**** dry
her tender
marrow
bones.

she will
not be
saved.

let love
fall deaf,

to her
Sunday
school
prayers
and hollow
pleas.

God will
not listen
to her.

she threw
it all
away.

to be this.

and less
than this.

mother with
a neglected

child.

on her
back
constantly
looking up
at peeled

off colored

ceilings
of despair.

and as I
sit in the
corner.

with this
half moon
smile.

I keep
the secret

to all

of this
to myself.


that once.

she was
truly

loved.,

and so

beautiful

to my

naked eyes.

Something
in the
youth
of your
smile,

the tangle
of your
half dreamt
dreams.

as you
awake
in the
early
morning.

not sure
what
is real
and what
is not.

what to keep

in your life

what to throw away.

such
are the
moments
I have,

when ever
I look
at you.

and my

shoe laces

remained

untied like

some

sloppy joe

from a back yard

field.,



and the
phone
rings

off key

unanswered.

in the
back
belly
of our
honey suckle

colored
house.

begging
to be
spoken to.

but this
moment
is as
simple
as this.

and I wish
I wish.

I could
have
this first

naked dance

with you.
this morning.

It is in
your smile
this dance
that we share
between us.

steps unrehearsed
words not
written.

hearts beat
quickened every time
I hear your
voice,

and your
touch is the
essence of
angels,

right at the
moment
when your
wings lay
upon me.

in this naked
moment of
love and
understanding.

you are always
with me
in wind and
rain
and stormy
moments.

you cascade
over me,
and love me
deep
without hesitation.

and the taste
of your body is
every where
as it should
be every morning
when we first
awake.

every moment
when I kiss
your lips,

every moment
when I reach
to love you

envied by
the dawn

we ****.

Sun melting.


cats empty
bellies
meowing
on the back
kitchen porch
window.

basket of
dead flowers
decorate
what's left
of "I will
love
you
forever".
on my desk

a dozen
half-scratched
poems
pile up

on one
another

like old
drunken
friends
at a college
reunion
party.

and I
bear the
weight of
it all like

a black
knight
vanquished
from
provenance.

I no longer
have you.

and from the
start you
promised,

you would
not be
any good
for me.

you didn't
pull any punches
.

you
didn't
lie.

you were
a poor man's
fairy tale

come true.

The Cinderella
story was
never
about
you.

you are
so much
more.
from beginning
to end.

with your
pirate
point
of view.

that can
take
a man
down
with a
single
look.

make
him
beg
into the

night,

that you
will you
never
let him up
for air
again.

legs
squeezed
tight,

you heart
bleeding
out into
the night.

from so
long
ago
when
you lost

a piece

of it

to love.

and you
haven't
ever
found it

but your
nails
are black
with the
Indiana
mud,

as you
dig
and claw
and look
in all
of the
places,

that you
might
of seen
it last.

but still
the slipper
doesn't
fit,

the pumpkin
doesn't
arrive

and the
mice sit
in the
corner

of the

front porch
eat their
cheese
and look at
you
and laugh.

cause they
know too.

the Cinderella
principle
doesn't
apply

to you.

Black raven,


with a broken
arrow wing,

captain Ahab
limp as it
barely makes
it's way
over the
the stone

cobbled street.

fate's
cruel
breaths
rising and
falling
from it's
chest,

as it
stops
to awkwardly
leans to
one side
to rest

for a fractured

moment.

to reconcile
this moment
of solitude
and fate's
final judgment.

and meanwhile
your 3,000 miles
away

no one
to love
you now.

you hide
under your emotionless
blankets of your
cold empty
lover's bed.

the white whale
and true love
just outside
your grasp.

like this
bird,

on this

cold chill
street.

you just
sit...

waiting
for the
cat

to come.

From the first
moment that
I saw you
I knew,

You are
everything in
this moment,

from heaven
to eternity and
back again.

your sleepy
eyes like dark
pools of
open desires
whispering to
me in
the night
"love me",

and I am
captured there.

by the taste
of your lips,
like a
thought to
a ocean breeze
you carry me
far from
where I have
ever been.

and my heartbeat
quickens
as I lay
over you
and gently ******
into you,

and time
is the
only thing
that matters

this time
with you.

and who
I am I
to say
what love
is ,

but certainly though
it must find
it's roots
here in
our hearts.

as I bleed
to you,
and you
bleed out
to me.

and quench  
the passion
of all that
lies within
us.

and in
this first night.

I know I
can feel it.

we become
something else...

A drink of
your smile.

and the
world
feels
lighter
again
.
like the
underbelly
of circus
clouds
parading
in the
wind.

it is 1:00 a..m.
and I know
somewhere
your
checking
your watch.

waiting
for love
to come.

it's late.

and it leaves
you with
a sickening
gut feeling.

like a lover
who cheated
out your
back door
before you
could awake.

better be
gone.

and wipe
his
Achilles
kisses
from
your lips.

and then
I will
sing
to you.

whisper songs
in your
ears
and heart.

and we
will dance,


be each
other's

saviors

again.

like pieces
of bread
in a sandwich.

and it
doesn't
matter
what life

might ever
put between
us .

we sing.

Handle with care,

the older I get,

the emptier

my southern

comfort whiskey

glass appears..


falling from

your bright

baby blue eyes

can always be

hazardous

to my health.


begging for

your love

I have

lived too

long in

the humiliation,


so much so

that now

it almost

feels like

home.


another

black stone beach

summer gone,

ran away

like a old

dog that

has been kicked

one too

many times.

what becomes

of these illusions


just wasted

on your kisses.


love.a

scab that

I peel off

from my

tender flesh

heart now

and then.

here one

moment gone

the next.


took a detour

in reality,

I found you,


and then just

fell out

of sight for

a couple

of years.


with smoke nylon

leggings

hung around

my neck.


and a note

that you

left ...


that read

return to

sender.


like anyone in

hell knows

where or who

that is

anymore.