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.

Setting
our hearts
to beat
in melancholy
tune,

like the
echoed
celebrations
from some
distant
bells.

love is a
whisper.

the inter
tangle ling
of fingers
and arms
and legs
that reach
towards
each other
with the
hunger

of one.

love is
a whisper.


in search of
love's
eternal
salvation.

no words
spoken.

passions
fused to
the core.

bodies
spent.

souls
ripe
for
love's
******
rite of
harvest.


love is
a whisper

that only...

my love
can hear.

(for my daughter Madison I wrote this while standing over her crib when she was two years old )


Embrace

the world with

Baby steps,


a million

things in life

will become.

turtle shells

like your

opinion on

things and
people you
come to love,


and they

will only fit

for a

time.

be flexible

watch for

the changes.

in love

and life.


don't get

caught on

your back

little turtle.


remember

licorice

comes in

more than

one flavor.


take

the time

to make

up your

mind.


and then

hold on

as tight

as you can.


first love

is meant to

be pulled

over your

dreams and

be a perfect

fit,


and not

cover your

eyes so

that you

cannot see.


let the

world

always know

that your

there.


and love

is to

be always

given first

without

expectation

and grown.



and tended to

like a garden

our garden,


that you

have been

to us


from the first

day that

you were

born.

You have
always been
to me
a beat
of a
moment,

the pause
of my heart.

the break of
first light
of dawn's
quiet offering.

and it
is just
with a hello
that you
weave your
magic.

and words
are simply
out done.

by your
angel eyes
by your
quiet touch

this morning.

8/11/2017 10:50 AM

cupcake kisses,
the soft
sensation
of your
lips rolling
over mine.

best friend
intentions,

the look you
give me
from
across our
lover's bed.

simon says
embraces,

burying us
deep in our
wedding
bliss.

silk
sheets
bending
and sculpturing
our every
move.

morning's
tempest
giving way

to this
afternoon's
summer's
calm.

seventeen
years
our marriage
young.

this perfect
dream,

I have always

had of

you.

It means
nothing to
you these
40 year
dark
patches
under my
eyes,

where they
sit like broken
window panes
that used
to look
out on only
beautiful
things.

listening
to the conversations
of love
and truth
and forever
after,

when love was
the first
blossom of
spring and
not the ugly
thing I
turned it
out to be.

and you
left her
and you
left  the
child for
another man to
raise and
be called
father.


broken hearts
abandoned there
like yesterday's
trash,

and I and
they will
never
forgive you.

never forgive
the fact that
looks back
at me in
in the
mirror each
morning.

and you
can't paint
over these
moments
in your life

that now
burn like
little crosses
on my
chest.

when I am
so disappointed
even in
the air that
I breathe.

when I
feel so
much less
under God's
sight.

like a
beggar
who can
never find
enough to
eat.

like a
dog who
is left
without a
a juicy bone
to feast..

Your soul

slumbers

at night under

fairytale

whispers,


and your

heart

wonders

singing

out loud

a favorite lyric

through

the universe,


like a comet

fire and embers

dancing..



the ordinary

does not

become you.


what is

over the

next hill is

more your

gypsy style.


and I

watch in awe

of you,


everything in

your life

before you.


not a yo-yo

on a string

existence,


someone

who will

leave and

then always

return to

the same

place again

and again

and again.


without

meaning.


your kisses

have great

meaning

I am certain,


like the sun

the moon

and the stars.


you hold them

in your

eyes  I

I can see

it.


sitting there

magically


in the

night.

my love
the depths
of my heart
that I have
given you

I can
never
take back.

or give
witness
to another.

entwined
and shadowed
as one
we have
become.

in the
breaths
that we
take.

the sun
and half
slivered
moon
that we
follow.

always I
will be
here,

and you
here
beside
me.

and when
we awake,

we will
nourish
each other

another day.

and support
and devote

all that
we do

to each
other's
needs and
God's faith
and our
soul's
salvation.

to the end
of days.


to God's
first light.

and eternity is

but the
first kiss

I give
you

tonight.

It is the wanting,
the hunger of
wet and fire sparked
flesh that
drives you
like a runaway
star across
the night.

leaving all
to look at
the sky
to wish upon
your angel eyes,

and the siren
call of hearts
that beckons
you to wonder,

of this moment
if it is
the greatest
that you
have ever lived.

lips open
mouth full
of each others
juice and
thick tongues
dancing back
and forth from
one mouth
to the other.

partners without
equal under
the still of
this grey ******
clouded night.

tonight you are
finally,  free
without
questions or
doubts.

trust the ties
that bind us.

deep in places
of love's  true
consequence.

and inside your eyes.

I see all that
is mine for
the taking.

from a fairy tale
unanswered a long
time ago.

when adolescent
hearts were broken,
and dreams
were left half open,

and all I could ever
hope for was
this one day

I might
find you here.

Without thought

with first

breath, I

turn and

yearn for

your touch.


sunday morning

midnight stars

hidden away there

in your eyes,


I pray to

the morning

for you.


sunlight

slowly wakes

and crawls

like a

newborn

baby

across our bedroom

floor.


I can't wait

a moment

longer  to celebrate

this moment

with our first

morning

kiss.


your lips

taste of

honey

and sweet

necture and

lover's wet

memories

from

the night

before.


and this day

still finds

me drunk

in your

passion


and dancing

in  your

princess blue

eyes,


and with

your mouth

open and our

tongues light

and gentle

across and

around and

around

eachother's

desires..

again.


I think.

this must

certainly

be all that

love was

ever meant

to be.

could you
take all of smiles
inside your
heart and give
them to me
everyday of
forever?

could I catch
every
reflection
of light
running their
across your
angel eyes
like sparks
of fire?

and the
deep breaths that
you take
can I slumber
deep inside them
and never
awake?

could I
take you
with me every
where that
I go.

and as the
pages in
my life keep
turning,

you will
always be there
with me,

from this  life

to the next.

We are

live wires.


There is a

trembling of

electricity

just beneath

our skin,


a desire

as old as

time moist and

ready upon

our lips.


a lover's

siren call,


you the

muse

right in

front of me.


to hold

to cherish,


to bury my

desires deep

inside you

with passion

and rhythm

of heart.


and in this

moment who

could ask heaven

and earth

for more

than to simply

see your face

and say


" hello".

Under your
big nippled
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 nippled
tops.


the greatest

show on
earth.

I was a

lost boy

toy soldier

from her

life.


lying still

after the

final conflict,


bleeding regret,

ready to let

the earth

soak me

down.


a fool's

look painted

on my face,


crimson cheeks

wallaby eyes.

a heartless

shell of

circumstance.


barely taking

last breaths

between

love's nowhere

shadows.

.
glory lost.


bound

only to

where

bad lovers

go to die.


to where

lover's skeletons

have been

picked clean

to the

bone.


and lies

and deceit

have rotten

their eyes.

without glory

or any chance

of redemption.

and I wonder

now..

do you even

remember my

name.

your breath
is soft
and deep
like a birds
wings
climbing  on
a high
summer
wind.

to be
near you
is to be
calm and
soothed
like a
pacific tide
rolling over
a sea shelled
beach.

you fill
the places
in a soul
that have
been opened
deep and
left to
dry under
the pain
and solitude
of life.

and you
do it
all so
effortlessly
as if it
was your
calling.

and as  I
sit before
you

with God
as my
witness.

I am
healed.

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
key board
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.

\And for the


world of
things
and the
soft
curve of
your smile,


and the
magical
sound of
your laugh.
do I search
the stars

in the black
cape of
this nights
surrender.


looking for
the moment,
when our eyes
meet and our
spirits dance,


and time
truly finds
it's meaning.

until then

I will live

for so

much less.


and be

no more

than the

black spaces

between the

stars at night.

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 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.

This morning

while trembling,


holding

your note

you left

on our

bed

in my

hands.


the sun

fell unexpectedly

full somersaults

from the sky.


a fiery

pinwheel

of downward

motion.


a molten

avalanche

of gigantic

proportions.


crashing all

around me,

as I sat

at my

morning table

eating my

Monday ritual

of oatmeal

and buttered

wheat bread

sweet.


abiding to

doctors orders

like a old dog

trying to

be taught

new tricks.


now uncertain

of what

is to

become

of me

without us.


I know only

one thing

for sure.


I would of

loved you

one more

day,



if you

would

of let

me.

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.

you know
the ones
you hide
from the
rest of the
world,

some borrowed
some forgotten
some haunting
you for
the rest
of your life.

lovers misplaced
friends let loose
and when
we were young
love was
just a game
of catch and
release..

and what
is to become
of us
the sum of
all lies,

I should
of held
onto you
tighter way
back then,

like that
ride on the
ferris wheel
when tomorrow
was nowhere
insight.

and love
was a triangle
of you me
and once upon
a time.

and now
it has
left us
here.

older not
wiser and
me

blinded by
the light
of loving
you.

Watching the

reflection of

the cantaloupe

melon moon in

your eyes,


I stumble for words

to find my

thoughts balance.


my heart reaching

to yours

to find meaning

in every breath

that I take.


it has taken

me so long

to wander

here to you,

and this

sudden awakening

of me.


I thought

I had lost

sight

of feelings

like this

long ago .


and then

you gently

surrender to

me again

and  again.


and time

loses meaning.

and without it

there is

only us.


and we become

children again

of these days.


first kisses and

****** passion

nights,

and so

many questions

lie

answered in

your eyes.

it is
all of
you
that fills
my moments.

nothing
about you
thrown
away
or discarded
like some
defective
toy.

it is
all of
you that
is so
amazing.

a runny
red
nose
one day
when you
might
have the
flu,

a work day
morning
when your
make-up
isn't
quite right

when you
don't feel
pretty,

or feel
bloated
and out
of sorts.

I take
all of
you.

and each
moment
is the
best moment
of you.

so rest
assured
your bad
day is
not that
to me,

bad news
or cramps
can be
met just
as easily
with my
smile
and a bowl
of your
favorite ice
cream,

instead of
letting them
wreck
your entire
week...

and you
love
ice cream,

I can
see it
in your
eyes.

so when
ever you
are out
of sorts
or not
feeling
your best,

remember
I think
that
moment
is the
best
of you

and I

am always
there.

This morning

while holding your

note in my

hand.


the sun

fell unexpectedly

full somersaults

from the sky.

a fiery pinwheel

of downward

motion.


a molten

avalanche

of gigantic

proportions.

crashing all

around me,

as I sat

at my

morning table

eating my Monday

ritual

of oatmeal

and wheat bread.


abiding to

doctors orders

like an old dog

trying to be

taught new

tricks.


now uncertain

of what is to

become of me,



I know only

one thing

for sure.


I would of

loved you

one more day

with all my heart,


if you

would

of let

me.

While day dreaming  on

our favorite beach,

I stopped then

picked up

a  peculiar

shell that most

reminded me

of you,


and put it to

my heart....

silence...


not even

the slightest

stir of

of somebody

home

to greet me.


you had

apparently left

long ago.

from this beach

that we used to

walk incessantly

for hours upon

hours to

summer’s

past serenades.


and now I am

the one only

left holding

this shell.


that no

longer fits

the two

of us.


like a poor

clown’s costume,


shoes too big,

nose too red,

smile turned

upside down

upon my

face.


and I miss

you.





0

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.

she untangles
from around
me,


like a
ball of
cheap

drunken

yarn.


then finds
her way
down our
bedroom
stairs.


upon reaching
the bottom

she throws
away a
glance

in my
general
direction.


much like
a person
waiting on

a bench
for a bus

would do,


when they
see a

car go by

then realize,


there is
no one

in it that
they really
know
or care
about.



it is just

a courtesy



"I think I

might know

you nod."


no need for

I love you's

this morning.


good-bye will

suffice.


and this
evening

when the
bus comes

to bring
her back..


It will
find me
waiting,


like a

wooden

drugs store

indian

at the
bottom

of the
stairs


eager to

meet her
there.


every day

right on

time.


it is not

so much
a game

we play,



as it

it has
become
instead.

a almost

lifeless

existence a


scare crows

ritual we
act..


biding time.
every morning
we awake.



sleep walking

love through

our day.


never
realizing,


our future
never
had anywhere
to go

to begin

with.

I am
certain.

in you.

is the
indigo
of night
shadows.

the washing
of evening
clouds
across
a half
filled
Chablis
moon.

the running
of a
Caliente
tempest
wind
over a
distant
nomad
dune.

I am
certain.

in you.

is the
rest
between
the beats
of a
humming bird's
heart.

The open
lip kiss
of a Juliet
in search
of a fairy tale
ending.

and I
am certain
this river's
song
whispers
your name.

and the
earth holds
you in
consciousness
and peace
in it's
womb.

to someday
to be
born
to me
again.

no longer

wandering

through the

night.


a time

when
in you.

is everything

to me..

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"t
a poor man's
fairytale

come true.

We had

a training wheel

love affair.

never quite

certain of

the balance of

our relationship

or feelings.


we were

a little too

tuff, we were

a little to

Evil knievel

in love.


everything

had a first love

grace about

it.

love's blinders

were taken off.


and for awhile

we ran

like wild horses

in each other's

hearts.


we could barely

catch our

breath.

or keep our
eyes and
our hands
off eachother
for a moment.


and then

it happened.

we became

things that

you never play

with again.


I fell,

you fell.

and there was

nobody there

to stop our

fall. and


then at fourteen

years old I learned

unfortunately,


things you never

play with again.


can also

be people.

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...

Through the
marrow of
my bones
I do love
you,

where it
is the purest
white.

in the
heart of
the deepest
black night
do I see
you,

and surrender
to your black
smoked eyes.

and as you
lie open
and waiting.

for the
taste of
us.

I feel it.

and wonderland
is not for
children
anymore..

we have become
the sunrise
and the sunset
in our
lives.

the Romeo
and Juliet
of the dreams
tucked
underneath
our bedroom
pillows.

nothing
reminds me
of my life
before you.

you have
changed all
of that.

we carve
the rivers
edge ,

and forever is
just up ahead
within reach,

of our first kiss

tonight.

a staircase
falling from
the sky,

would
surely

lead to
you.

and after
the words
had all
been
spoken,

and I
lay innocent
in your
eyes.

I would
wish
for nothing
more.

in this
moment
where
the value
of gold
would
be pennies,

and the
shadow of
your raven
hair would
wrap me
tender and
warm
under this
winter
sun.

and my
bones
would be
blessed
through
and through.

at the
touch of
you.

at the
promise of
something

else.

your smile
captures
everything
that is young
and pure
in this
morning
light.

and the
day begins
to celebrate
with your
smile.

and I
just wander
back and
forth across
your eyes.

and the universe
is right before
me and it
is glorious.

and the
sky willing
bends
to you
as I,

as this
eternity
and as this
day begins

you are
everything..

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.

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
auburn
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 our
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.

Take the

colors from

my hand

pink jelly bean

blue jelly bean

red jelly bean

white.



fill your

taste buds

with rainbow

delight.



shadows

run away

from your

eyes and

tears no

longer swell

from your

sorrow.



lay back

on a hill

and chase

pillow shaped

animal clouds

across the

sky.



and I will

sit with

you and

talk

and listen

to all the

dreams you

dream.



I will

give you

peace and

understanding

in all

the questions

and doubts

you have.



pink blue

red white.



I will be

here with

you tonight..

8/10/17

Every night
I am blessed
to sleep in
the covenant
of your smile.

the nook
of your arms,
the shape
of your heart.

and I
have never
known
such a wonder.

this place with
you
I call home.

sunsets set
only for
the two
of us.

sunrises
rise only
for our eyes.

and love
is what we
define,

with
each kiss.
with each
new embrace.

and to the
three little
smiles
that share
our bed.

God knows.

we create
miracles.

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
Ferryman

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.

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
Ferryman

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.

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.

It is

warmer

where you

are,



I can

feel it.



there is

such depth

in your

eyes

your life.



I can

see it.



a wife

a mother

a child

of God.



you have

this grace

about you,



like the

keys

on a piano,



all  in their

perfect place

to one another.



all in

tune



you are

music

to all who

see you.



and to

you we

sing.



as you

dance on

by  we

celebrate

all that

is you.



and even

for a moment



it was

good

to see your

smile

today.



it seemed

to give

meaning

to everything

else around

me.



and I



in a peaceful

moment,



I smiled,

as if in

a dream...

The phone
rings,
the car

next door
backfires,

the newspaper
with yesterday's
worthless morsels
lays  across
the kitchen

porcelain
table.

the morning
surrenders itself
to me.

fifty-plus
years of
a cycle
I embrace
as life.

old wrinkles
pressed
deep in
my fine
tweed suit.

ocean rain
crashing against
my front

door window

like a determined
solicitor trying
to break in
and sell me
what I can't

possibly live
without.

this morning
surrenders
to me,

my two cats
run across
the living room
floor scurrying
for their
next meal.

in the back room

the blonde haired

flavor of
the month
slowly wakes
from her

late night

slumber.

and the
morning
surrenders
to me.

one more
day again.

sunrise to

sunset,


with nothing

in between.

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..

If we were 10.

through
my child's
eye,

thoughts
of you
skip across
my mind,

like pebble
thoughts
thrown
on a river.

on a
summer's
day,

while
children play.

innocence
parading
homemade
kites a
bending,

to the
shears
of the wind
at Tempest
heights.

back pockets
emptied,

to a new
friend
offered

all that
I worldly
possess,

the ******* jack
compass,
the slinky,  
and the  
cat's eye
marble
blue.

I give
to you

and
nothing
less.

Under a

Cimmaron sky

afternoon

window seal

you sit.


there is

a breaking

of sighs

in your eyes.


something

remembered

or perhaps

something

lost,


that just lies

or flees

outside your

grasp.


runaway dreams

that now

scatter like

broken birds

of flight

across your eyes.


and what

is to become

of this

moment,


and the gentle

tilt of

your head

and the

bending grace

of your smile.


I am certain

love will

bring you

home again,


to familiar

places and

dancing sunlight

as it streaks

through your

gypsy hair.


and I

will applaud

you after

this day is

done,


nothing ventured

nothing gained.


but this

moment lost.


Sometimes it is

almost unbearable.

to sit with

this empty

view.


something remembered

something lost

from you.

We move
to our early
morning
lullaby

of the
moon
surrendering
itself
down
to rest.

whispers
between us
shared,

with no
one else.

cats at
our feet
making
pillows of
our toes.

Sumatran
coffee
brewing
unattended
in the next
room.

and all
I can do
is look at
you in
amazement
while
you
sleep.

and guard
your dreams
from broken
places.

and time at
this moment

at this
heartbeat

at this
breath

in the

sum of

all things

my love


is you.

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...

What could
of mattered
most to
us is
now lost,

amongst the
paper towns
of your life
and all
of the
tumbleweeds
that leave
rolling
nowhere.

bottom of
the bottle
time to
tell myself

sober up!

about our
relationship,

have a
reckoning
with  the
moon and
stars that
we used
to dance back
and forth
upon every
night.

time to
empty my
tears for
you in this
waste paper
basket next
to my computer.

where sad
poems go
to die.

and now I am
left without
you.

and all of
the diamonds that
you held
in your
eyes.

and your
wet hot
kisses
that seem
to last
forever.

when first
light was
everything,

and naked
was our
flesh as
one.

A deep
drink of you

and I
tilt back my head.

and drive till the
first light of morning breaks
this evenings
back.

I roll
down
my windows.

tear off
the rear
view
mirror.

nothing
in my past
that I ever
want
to see
face
to face

again.

let all
of your
adolescent
lovers
crawl back
and hide
under
your gypsy
covered bed,

like
puppets
dangling
from your
strings
of desire.

you will
not be
needing
them
again.

the broad
streets
and the
back
alleys
of your
hometown
lie
in wait
for your
feet
to kiss
them
awake.

time
to find
your
moment

and cast
aside
all of
your broken
******* jack
dreams,

that
were
never pretend
dreams
from somebody else's
dreams to begin
with.

come take
my hand,

slam your
front door.

let's dance

and love

again.

and pray
for love
at heaven's
gate...


no strings
attached.