Often
we fall.
in the
sunrise
of a
moment.

free
souls.

out of
the back
drop
of a
tangerine
sky.

hearts
beating
loud,

last breaths
held dear.

and it
is not
just
pretty
words
to say.

that under
these
mellow
honey dew
evening
lights,

that my
thoughts
of you
are always
sprinkled
with salt
and pepper
clouds

to dream
upon.

and that
your
foot prints,

in the
thoughts
in my
head
always ,

fit so
easily
into
mine.

when
we ask
nothing..

want
nothing

like soil
to seeds.

breath
to life.

water
to rivers.

we move

to one
another.

tonight.

Whispered
words
between
us.

your
midnight
lavender
lipstick
a godsend
to my
lips.

we are
spirits
bonded,

but not
to the
mercy
of flesh.

we dream
deeply in
a million
colors,

painting
big white
billy goat
clouds in
our rainbow
dreams.

like children
playing in
a school
yard after
dark.

retreating
from the
idea of
ever having
to go home..

from one
moment to
the next.

we soar
without

prejudice
of lost
innocence.

our feet
never
to touch
the ground

again.

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.

Feet burning as

I run across

highway 1

to the sunset

market pavilion,


salt air christening me

that I am finally

home.


here to these

thoughts and dreams

of you.


and your cheesecake

smile.


my belly waiting for it's

daily afternoon

fill of Corona beer

and fish.


hard to believe

I have gotten so

old so fast.


my old guitar

lies silent in

the back seat of

my VW van.


though on occasion

it can still be

heard whispering

your name in song.


and what is to become

of these thoughts

and dreams of you.


Twenty-eight years

later and a world

of broken dreams

apart.


My memory

of you now,

is like

eating alone

and drinking

in the dark,


and old love

is a ***** little

napkin that you

wipe your

face with .


every now and then

I think for

a moment that

I see your face

walking by,


but  then

the sun always

catches my eyes

and makes

me flinch for

a moment in

self-doubt,

and then you

are gone again.


when all I wanted

to do was

buy you a beer

sing you a song

have a taste

of some fish.


and live our

dream over


one more time

again.

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.

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 neighbor next
door 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.

it wasn't
till I first
saw you,

that I
first held
forever
in my
eyes.

a hard
choice of
reality,

a deep dive
into all
that was
unknown
to me.

it was
a hole
in my
soul
bled dry,

of doubt
and innocence.

a celestrial
rainbow across
my sight,
with only
the color
of two.

and then
the mating
to one

tonight.

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.

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.

A secret
passed

given in
confidence
of heart

from you
to me.

confided
in trust,

held with
a mother's
care.

the guard
has been
set.

boundaries
defined.

seasons
to follow
to be

tended
with grace.

souls to
be harvested
not wasted
to seed.

a child to
dance

by songs

of you..

and under
every  
moon"s ripe
bellied
womb.

from
here to
eternity's
gate.

each day

A prayer
I will
send

to you.

Like a
holiday
parade,

carry
me with
you in

celebration.


in your
busiest
of times.

as a
thought
a smile,

as a
gentle
laugh
to the
wind.

as a midday
wish.

kick off
your
heels

and sit
down
on open
spring time
grass.

and day
dream
a thought
for me

of us

and at
that
moment,

I will
be with
you

and in
that
moment,

our breaths
will be
deep and
full.

and caring
and with
true
purpose
and feeling.

and no
greater
moment
could ever
be lived.

and no
greater
moment
could

ever be
given.

than that

one moment

with you.

The dumb

bird sits

and sways

on it's

splintered

wooden bar

and sings.,


one song

one voice

over and

over again.


like a

prisoner

sentenced

somewhere

between

5-10.


parole not

an option

newspapers

and seed

cuisine


a blessing.


and by

some miracle

we share

the same

love life,


looking

out at the

world

between

bars with

no Walter

mitty in

our souls.


he has

no excuse

to this

evenings

night and

stars.


and I will

just wake

up one

morning

and find

him dead.


and envy

the dumb

bird

who never

learned


to fly.

She stumbles
in silence
to her
love's
death
kneel.

her pride
will not
let her
fall..

her spirit
not quite
as true.


her eyes
so distant
and so
small.

again the perfect
lover before her,
broken
and shattered,


like fine
Ming china
at her
feet.

under the
belly
of salt
and pepper
paper
mache clouds,


the rain
has become
the tears
lost
from her
eyes.

soul buried
deep,


still.

seeking
nourishment
biding time.

cocooned
in the fight
to find
herself.

and a
dream that

someday must

come
true.

It was

a moment

I will never

forget.



I watched

close I

listened  deep,



as your pain

was driven

into the

deep water.



and I am

certain.



Hell died

in your

eyes today.



and the

sun burned

all the

places in

your life

of doubt

and pain

naked,



parched

to ashes

and burnt

offerings.



and afterward



you  sat in

a field

of washed

out yellow

flowers,



and pecan

colored dirt.



and you

fingered round

circles over

and over again

in the Earth.



and above

your eyes

were miles

and miles

of jelly bean

clouds.



ready to

burst...

in celebration,



and your

once torn

soul whispered

to you

with salvation,



and for the

first time

in a long

time you

answered

back.

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.

till
the end

lean
on me.

baptize
yourself
in a
piece of
sky,

and I
will hear
your
prayers.

roll down
a meadow
hill as
a child
of our
mother
earth.

and
I will
celebrate
in your
laughter.

lie down
to dream
at night
and whisper
all your
doubts
and trials
by fire.

and my
soul will
be your
pillow
and keep
you safe.

we do
not strive.

we are.

we do
not see
with our
eyes
we dance
naked
in our
spirits.

to know
the difference.

of black
and white.

to cry
and mean
it.

to love
and be
true
to it.

at all
costs.

like river
reflecting
sky.

grain to
earth.

life
to death.

we are
of this
place

for the
beating
of a heart.

for the
failing light
on a
horizon"s
line.

and I
thank
God.

for meeting
you.

and for the
poems
that I
write
you

tonight.

I could

sit and

watch you

write for

hours,


bring you

glasses

of deep

red wine

and swim

in your

laughter and

dance with

the harvest

moon.


memorize the

curl of

your smile

the soft wave

of your

tangled angel

hair as

you sit.


to listen

to your

golden words

of love

and hope

and dreams

that go

beyond the

sky.


to be in

a daily conversation

with you

would

be the

dream of

what fairy tales

are made of.


to listen

to your

heartbeat

and strain

to give you

a glimpse

of mine.


only in

these quiet

moments would

I know you

best.


tell me

your stories

and I will

tell you

mine.


and you will

be the keeper

of everything

beautiful

in my life

and I

in yours.


from the first

poem I

read of

yours.


I felt it.


you put

a pearl

in my

heart


to grow.

Roller coaster

lovers

spent...


you lie

weary in

my arms.

a Chelsea cat

smile

upon your

face.


both of us

inhale and

exhale in

tune like

fine victorian

instruments

at play...


and as

I watch

you sleep,


you hold

my dreams.

and as I

lie my

head upon

your *******

we love...

without equal...


at 2:00 a.m.

on a Monday

morning.

we are love.

(this poem is for a friend who is slowly passing from a rare brain disease)

Morning.

open up

your sleepy

eyes,



like a cat

stretching out

on a

sun sprinkled

front

porch step.



slow down

your racing

mind.



sit and watch

the fire

of life begin

all around

you.



stay warm

in it's

embrace.



walk awhile

kiss the

clouds to

mend  your

broken heart.



and wait

for a

moment

until they

kiss you

back.



and the air

holds

you and

the sky

loves you

and you

are apart

of everything

that you

see.

take a

moment and

breathe,



and at

that moment

I will

feel it too.

Like fallen

leaves

you come

circling

down to

me,



under grey

skies and

broken

wishes.



and I

wait for

a word

not really

needing a

explanation,



of who you

are what

you dream

about.



just a

moment

in time

of you.



and hope

is a rainbow

in your eyes,



amid the

chaos of

doubt and

expectations

in your

life.



and I offer

you jelly beans

as a

surprise in

hope and trust

that you

will smile

with me

someday

and dance.



such are

the great wishes

of small

poets

that meet

along the

great road

of life.



and in any

day of

mine I would

say it

has

been my

greatest honor

to sit

under these

smoke stacked

colored skies,



and daydream



and write

to you.

Tonight.

I wish
I could
take
back,

all the
moves
in your
life that
ever
caused
you
pain.

and then
melt
all of
your
dreams

that have

never come

true
into a
single
thought.

of you
and I.

no guilt.

only
innocence.

and the
smile
of a
morning
dawn
upon
your angel
face.

with time
and
obligation
held at
bay.

a king
a queen.

protecting
each other
at all
costs.

till the
day that
there
are no
moves
left.

till the
moment
we fall
down.

exhausted,

into
each other's
arms

in peace..

in grace.

in hope.

under a

hot corona

sun of

white.

Her cellophane
kisses.

the ones that
would lose
interest,

somewhere
between
"I love you,"
and "I love
you too."

the fights
for the
extra
pillow ,

that started
around
midnight
and then
continued

twelve
thirteen
rounds
into night.

rarely

ending
in a no
decision.

always
someone
had to
win and
somebody
had to
lose.

which in
hindsight
really said
so much
more about
us than
less.
.
the *****
dishes
rhythmically
floating
top side
in the
kitchen sink.

*******
pots and
pans,

lying around
like battle
ships stationed
in some
Pacific
harbor.

waiting
patiently
for the
Japanese
zeros to
attack.

and then
one day

they did.

odd to
think about
what we
leave
behind.

and sadly
what was
never
there

to begin
with.

Bless the

time between

the loves

each of

us has

seen,



like little

windows peeking

into our

adolescent souls.



thousand miles

apart I am still

certain in

different times

in our lives

we dreamt the

same dreams

that we

held love

as a partner

tight under

blankets of

lust and

passion in

the same

light.



And in

that way

we were

partners too.



wishing upon

the same

stars kneeling

to the same

moon.



holding love

tight with

all of our

might.



somewhere

between wayward

dreams,



where we

cried all of

our tears,

and embraced

all of our

joys.



and you

were a

picture in

my heart



that I

knew I

would never

meet,



but somehow

I knew

in the

thousand

nights to

whisper.



yes I love

you too.

And love

is a crooked

rainbow in

your eyes,


and my

seed is a

drink of

nourishment

between your

thighs.


and we

love deep

and often,


and we

inhale and

exhale  into

one another,


with the

beauty of

the  ocean tide

kissing

shore.


and the

rhythm of

my tongue on

the edges

of your

sweet pink

***** lips.


sings to

the heavenly

night.


where there

is only

you and I.


and only our

love and

passion

and wet

sticky

midnight

sheets.


but unlike your

false conquests

before me


I will never

be done

with you.


nor the

thirst of

you in

my soul.


*******

at the peak

point of

the feeling inside

you,


blessing the

crooked

rainbows

in your

eyes.



naked in

the night.

I will

find you


over and

over again.

It is

late at

night,

your mind

and thoughts in

a million

pieces.



the winter

wind

blows through

the trees

like a beggar

running up

and down

this dead

end street.



a jab step

here a

jab step

there  never

one hundred

percent certain

of it's

own direction.



it runs

itself

exhausted,



like a kite

half broken

in the sky.



preparing to

crash hard.

upon your

heart.



this moment

you will

never forget



but after this

fate has

settled.

I will

stand waiting.



I will

carry

your broken

and weary

body home.





I will

not leave

you cold

in the

ground

unrecognized..



I will

not ever

let you

fall again.....





.

Above all
else
beneath
you tender
breath.

on a
rose
colored
day in
October

lies my
thoughts
and prayers
for you.

for your
health for
your family
for your
faith.

and may
life
not take
one from
you,

because they
define
who you
are.

like the
colors of
a rainbow
each color
is defined,

but yet
can blend
into a million
different
possibilities,

that is
why  when
I see
your face
you fill
my eyes.

much
more
than life
itself.

you are
what dreams
may come.

the hunger
of loneliness

and it's
shiny white
pearl teeth,

and cold
chilled
breath

that surrounds
you naked
late
at night,
when

you hear
every sound
for a
hundred
miles
around and

under your
bed.

and every
night
under
starless
skies its
appetite
lies
unquenched,

so it
returns

where
it knows

despair and

hopelessness
best.

like a river
flowing
straight
and true
to you.

again
and again

and again
.
returning
to scrape
it's
teeth sharp

and raw
on your
hearts
hollow
bones.

to kiss
gently

with
a lie
upon it's
face..

the
*****

your lover
left
behind

to pray
in the darkness

to dine
with the
devil all

alone.

There is
a presence
to you,

in everything
that you
do.

a scent
a celebration

a baptism
in holding
you.

and loving
you under
this pelican

cloud night.

the spooning
of our
bodies
into one.

the melting
of our
flesh
over
each other's
bones.

the martyr
of each other's
souls

to what
we were
before.

and timeless

we lie
naked
in our
trust.

black to
the night.

light to
the coming

dawn.



/

this morning.

I am
deep
in puddles
of thought
of you.

held under
by something
in the
way you
are.

and in
your smile
there
is a rhythm
to my
heart
beating.

and I ask
not what
this is.

I embrace
it. trust
our lips
to tell
me
truth.

and with
fates blind
fold
to cover
our eyes.

we see.

and simply
say yes

a kiss

is nothing
to be
stumbled
about.

it is
the blossom
of a
souls
full passion
seed.

a fine
wine
drunk
to
our
lover's
fill.

till blind
folds
lift.

and give
meaning
to this

water
color
night.

with you.

Walking like

old wobbly

peg

out of

it's hole



upon some

broken

game board

reality of

me.



open questions

in my head

fall through

me like

*****

water falling

through some

circling  cosmic

drain.



and for

ever in a

day,



I thought I

would be

the one

for you.



you window

shopped me

good,



and then

you just

walked on

by.



carrying your

lover"s

cross

and

leaving me



in  your

shallow

unkept

grave of



" I love

you, and

I love

you too"

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.

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
flowers.

and my
body
aches
at the
sight
of you,

and my
flesh
runs
deep
to your
tender
embrace,

much like
stars to
night.

that know
exactly
where
they were
meant
to be.

I reach

for you.

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.

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

Not late

a moment

for your

final dance

across the

sky.


not certain

how your

life

has lead

you here,


but alone

is no longer

a veil

across your

eyes.

you are

a picture

of beauty

awaken

and alive.


the dream

is over

let down

your tangled

angel hair.

be for

him everything

that he

needs,


and like

a river

seeking

the sea,


he will

return

to you

again

and again

and again.


and in

the light

of your

changing

life,


he will give

you everything.


and all

of the old

photographs

of his life

will be

exactly that,

because you

are not

in one

of them.


for  your

memories


begin

now.

(for a friend who is passing from a rare brain disease)

This night

knows

the lie.



and it

wasn't

you.



only a

bleeding

glimpse of

something else

someone else.

tangled

there

struggling

in the

night.



a stunt

performer

without

a net.



not your

choice.



and that

one reality

sets you

free.



look

hard inside

your heart.



and the

lie ends.



and your

beauty

begins

again.



I have

seen it,

I have

felt it .



from the

very first

moment

you began

to cry.



the lie

has ended.

your laughter

is like

a lover's

embrace

around me.



from the

moment

I hear

it .



it is

the only

place

I want

to be.



tangled

in your

afternoon

thoughts,



deep in

your early

evening

kisses.



in places

that we

can only

be.



together

forever

as one.



truthful

to ourselves.



naked to

celebrate

the dawn.

Everything in

your first

morning breath

surrenders

yourself

to who and

what you

love.



I can sense it.



in the wink

of the eye

the touch of

your hand,



the falling of

your eyes

to someone

you care

about.



they are

the moments

that

baptize

your day.



you are

a giver,



a sacrifice

to the holy

meaning in

this upside

down shadowed

world.



and a

daydream

for me

would be



just to  sit

and talk

with you

this blessed

morning ...



and let

the universe

pass us

by,



let our

heartbeats

leap between

each other's

heartbeats

and be

perfectly

in tune.



and never

care for

a moment

to ever

jump back

on that

carousel of

this world

again.



instead just to

sit and listen

to your stories

to catch wind

of your

jelly bean

smile now

and again,



to hear

your laughter

fill your

sky.



and I know

everything would

be better.



I can feel it.



because I

am certain,



you are

the pieces

of me



and I

to 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.

There is

a perfect

buried treasure

in your

eyes,



and the

whispers of

mischief dancing

on your

lips.



you have

seen much

witnessed

more.



Your words

drip heavy

with regret

in something

other things

maybe not,



but I

will never

be one

of your

sorrows or

bottom holed

disappointments



for I will

always reach

to lift

your heart

anticipate your

silence

and then

just sit

like a

monk and

listen

and feel

your voice

fall over

me.



and when

you need

to be held

I will

hold you.



with the a

prayer that

I will never

have to

let you go..

The bad

taste

lingers in

my

mouth,


like a

wide mouth

kiss of

an old woman

who has

smoked

the last

25 years

of her life

.
ash and

burnt offerings.


the fruit

of her

soul is

gone,


running

down the

drain of

forever,


like a

runaway

cat


dodging cars

on an open

four-lane

highway.


and no one

is to blame

but me


and my

hopeless

romantic

love of

words

in

search of

a place

to call

home.


for a moment

I thought

It was in

your brown

calico eyes,


but then

the disappointment

of your

big breasted

smile,


simply rotted


and fell

away to

ash and
burnt
offerings,

leaving

nothing


I will

ever think


about again.

There will
always be
things in
the world
that can
only be
described as
one and
two.

faith and
love,

whispers and
intimacy,

the image of
your body
in my

bed at

night.

there will
never be
a moment

in my life

that I would

ever
not recognize
you,

and you
me.

and doubt
has always been
forever  
outside of
us
,
like stars
shining
outside
canopy clouds
of black.

this sky
will always
belong
to us.

like one
and two

never yearning,

never seeing
anything else.

It was there
in your eyes
for the
taking,

forever in
your smile.

words unsaid,
feelings raw,

no sins
to confess

no lies
to conceal

like seedlings
bursting through
the earth
towards the
sun or
black swallows
fleeing south
for the
winter,

we are
one with
one another.

we nurture
life and love
to each other,

and we have
known it from
the very
first time
we kissed

and I
felt it
again for
the very first
time this
morning,

here in
our bed
where you
are everything
in my
eyes.

and I to
you.

like dreams
flowing down
our pillows.

we are
we have
become each other's
promises
to God

to keep.

(for my friend who is passing from a slow spreading brain disease)

an ugly

disease of

innocence

yes.



but a

innocence

to be

born

again

just the

same.



the slight

lifting of

your face

to catch

a smile.



the pausing

of a moment

to let

the sun

radiate

your face.



a whisper

to the

evening

canopy of

stars,



to yourself

"this pain

will pass"



but they

are all

still

there for

you to

dream

and wish

upon.



to take

your breath

away.



in the

joy and awe

of a

moment.



when your

soul

holds still,



and the

universe

can be

found

beginning in

your eyes.



and you

smile back

in return.

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.

With great
purpose
and joy.

draw
your
bucket
deep

into your
well.

bring me
your
depths

and heart
break
dreams

to light.

so that
you
may
lie
before
me.

without
innocence.

let me
dive

into
you.

beyond
your
bottomless
self.

without
defining
or judging

or casting
doubt

to all
that is
you.

close
your eyes
and

draw your
bucket
deep.

so I

may

drink
my
fill

of

you.

Their pole

like profiles

and big

Hollywood

hair silhouettes,


parade across

the sea

shore

like tropical

peacocks

on display.


the beautiful

people.


colored in with

all the

right colors

in all

the right

places

in their

paint by

number

dreams.


but I would

so rather lie

in this

off beat

beach

hotel room

with you.


and make

love until

our sweat

has dried

over

and over

again,



like a fine

salt lined

second skin

upon our

naked

bodies.


with the

taste of

jack daniels

still christening

our breath.


and the

"do not

disturb" sign

attached firmly

to our

front door.


here we lie

hearts and

bodies

spent.


two souls

crashed

into one


total

surrender.


**** the

canopy

people.

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.

It is a
lonely
proposition
to sit
here and
think of
you
tonight.

nothing I
say will
ever
be answered
no syllable
from my
lips will
ever touch
your ear.

but still
in this moment
you are
everything,

even in
the deepest
depths of
every breath
that I
breathe.

it all
all comes
back
to you,

endless banter
with me
and this
one star
tonight,

that will
always shine
you into
my eyes.

and then
leave me
again naked
and unafraid

helplessly
hoping

you.

over and
over again,

like it knows
me all
to well,

and sometimes
it knows
me better
than myself.