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

sacred
innocent,

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

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

I feel you
everywhere.

you are the
sum of
all things,

the angel
of mercy of
this coal
black sky

tonight.

I cannot
pretend.

Since the
moment of
my existence,

I have come
danced a
playful child
to this moment
of you.

been molded
to this vision
of us,

and I
hope somewhere
inside your
heart you
will always
keep a
a record
of me.

I never knew
what the seasons
of my life
were without
you.

these walls
and doors
of our silence
to the night
no longer
define us,

and what
breaches
forever is
the laughter
of your
smile,
and your
autumn hair
across my
face in
this moment.

and time falls
away from
me,

and the wind
carries me

a seed to
this wind
to be
buried deep,

inside your
sighs

tonight.

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.

And in the
pieces of
your day
do you
ever read
my poems
to yourself
out loud,

or send a
thought
in open
cloud sky
my way,

do you
feel the
ever so
light change
of season
in your life.

where now you
sense,

by reading these
poems there
is now something
different in
your world,

perhaps a
smile unexpectedly
or a
giggle that
you can't
figure out
why,

or you
see a
place that
you have seen
a thousand
times before,

but somehow
today it somehow
looks differently.

these are
the pieces of
you I now
share and
shape these
words upon
this paper.

and because of
that I am wiser
still,

and also quieter
in thought.

at the
moment that
one day I
might hear
your heartbeat
near.

and  we
might sit
across a
table,

for a cup of
coffee or
two.

Heaven moves
with
grace and
purpose
across
your eyes,

like a
sea house
light
bringing
wayward
ships
home from
sea.

and when
I look
into
them

I am
safe,

and held
harmless
against
my fears,

in this
moment

I breathe
deep of
you.

and your
candy kane
taste
smile.

wether
you are
near or
far.

I am

here.

and you
move
in me

like a

fire.

And my prayers
reach from
one of
your eyes
to the next.

and I see your
reflection in
every morning
dawn.

your life
blossoming before
my ancient
eyes.

and though
time is on
your side,

one side or
the other I
will always
be with you.

to wish you
well to dance
with you
on your
wedding day.

with you
I will always
have least
one more
thing to
say.

a laugh or
a quiet smile.

around the
moon and
back again
are my thoughts
for you.

you have
always been
an inspiration
in my life.

and though
life is
a moment ,

and then that
moment is
gone.

I will
carry you
with me.

and we
will carry on,

like the night
the light
of it's silver
stars.

and I just
wanted to
give you
this thought
of you tonight.

I dream
the best
for you.

(7/1/2010)

Yesterday

morning

I found my

daughter.

she had

been  lost

for five

years..



and three

grandkids

later.



I finally

called her,

the moment

stopped

me dead

in my tracks..



I thought

how did

we ever

get to here.



in a million years

I could not

retrace

my steps.



but then in

a moment

of truth.

I abandoned

my foolish

pride.



and she

let me

walk back

into her

life,



and inside

a piece of me

felt whole

again.



scared over

but healed.



she had

been

the one

much wiser

than me,



the keeper

of the door

held open,



vigilant

waiting

for her

adolescent

father,



to finally

find  his

way home.

And the

dawn

sleeps over

your dreams

and the call

of a voice

inside you

reminds

you that

you are

still

a child of

these days.



looking for

innocence

again,



is there

no one

here to

remind you

of that



and walk

with you

a while.



lost inside

your house

where sometimes

nothing looks

familiar,



let your walls

fall down,



heal the

the heart.



and love will

see you

and take your

hand again.



and run

with your

dreams

awhile,



and you will

remember

the child

inside

you

let it free.



across this

South Carolina

cinnamon sky.



and I will

celebrate

your smile

once again

Some times

at night,

you
curl at
the foot
of your
gypsy
bed,

with the
grace
of an angel
smitten.

heart half
given.

soul half
empty
to love.

the lyrics
of Lennon
forever,

wandering
through the
strawberry
fields in
your head.

where sometimes
nothing
seems
real.

but the
moment
before
sunset
and night.

when I

walk through

your door.


you become

all that is

best about you.
and I am

completely unaware.

as you become
quiet
like a
cat.

sneaking
up to
extinguish
a mouse's

last light.

the holding
of light
as the
evening
falls,

outside
your work's
window
pane,


the journey
home to
everything
that you
are.

leaving
all of
us to
melt,

in our
footsteps
to our
lives
lived
far away.

like sun
leaving
sky

never to
see the
night

even once.

I walk
and think
of you,

and you
might as
well be

a million
miles

away.

for I
will never

find you

there.

you will

never come

home
to me.....

(for a friend of mine who is slowly dying of a rare brain disease)


Dance with

your shadow

and half moon

smile within

it's secrets

that it

carries

with you

through

the night.



you are

different

now but

not lost

to the

black sky

without

light.



whispers

to the night,



a song

perhaps to

amuse

yourself,



worry not

any further

you are

on a different

road,



and in

finding

yourself

again,



it will mean

so much

more.



like the

moment a

artic river

meets the

pacific sea,



it is so much

more that

it becomes.



as will

you my

friend.



when one

day you

will have

peace.



as inside

you a

river meets

the sea.

My eyes fall
willing to you,

like a small child
finding grace.

you touch
me in the places
that long
ago have
been broken,

Places inside me
grown weary
and vacant
from hope
or salvation.

and then the sun
comes each day
within your smile,

and joy comes
with the
sound of
your angelic
voice.

and as I hear it
echo throughout
my day,

it moves me
like waves
kissing the
bottom of
the sky

like stars
flying to
elope over
this harvest
moon

tonight..

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.

And the

dreams

that touch

your day,


and the

colors

that fill

your eyes,


the moments

of reflection

that shadow

your heart,


take

me there

with you


never to

return,


or hunger

for the

pieces

of you


that are

hidden

away

deep in

your heart.


bless

me with

your stories

of pain

and innocence

of joy

and tribulation.


take

me there

with you,


through

the rabbit

hole then

over

your corner

of the sky,


so I

may

understand

you best.


where your

restless

soul is

still and

your eyes

lay in all

of the colors

of the sun


weeping.

but not

of sorrow

but save


the joy of

something else...

My dreams
see all
of the
spaces inside
you,

and my
thoughts rejoice
in every
thought of
you that
they find.

your eyes
full of
stars.

and your
whispers of
moments
that seem
to last
forever
in your
smile.

and each
morning
I am
the greater
because
of you.

and each
evening
when you
leave I
know too

that the
world is
something
less.

My heart
is not broken
or scared,

it is still
open and
growing
and fertile
to
everything
love has
to offer
and teach.

it is just that
when you left
you took
a piece
of it.

and now
50 years
later or
so.

I realize
that I  
never will
have
that piece
again....

I would
fight
the world
for you,

I would
break a
mountain
down,

run a
full river
dry.


pebbles
to dust.

water to
dirt.

under sky
black and
blue.

in the
tenderness
of a
moment,

I would
look
deep
into
your eyes.

and lift
your soul
into the
day,

and the
universe
would
begin
for just
the
two of
us.

and the
touch
of your
hand
would
hold me
in perfect
arc across
this sunset
horizon
line.

that traces
your smile
in the
wind.

and I
will
never
forget
you,

not now
not from
the first
moment
we met.

in heaven's
grace
and reverent
prayer.

you answered
mine.

Dust
collects
on stale
hearts,

moon light
dissipates
warmth as
night falls
around you.

poet's pen
bleeds true
and deep

subscribes
only to
you,

and our
misgivings.

If I
am cast
to be
no one
in your
eyes,

I will
take the
passage

gratefully.

to wander
lost between
your heart
and soul

and never
ask for
love's true

offering.

and that
fate would
be true
and just,

a simple
life for a
simple man,

who once made
the mistake
to ever
dream of love
and you.

When I
was a young
boy,

a girls eyes
were always
so beautiful
and pure,

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

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

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

but once
their eyes
were the sun...

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

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

and now the
sun hides
from view,

nothing worth
to see here

anymore....

It is the

barren place

of silence and lost

eyes,


and long deep sighs

of the sweetest

sorrow that I remember

you best.



hopes and dreams

stumbling past

my eyes like

a three-legged

dog , turning right

turning right

turning right.


always ending up

in the same

place it started.


my waterfall tears

expired my fate

is simply that

I no longer

hold your interest anymore.


like a small

child discarding

a once favorite

toy.


I will not

be welcomed

back.


and the wonder

of it all


is that I wasn't

ready to leave.


I never would

of been ready

to leave,


but that was

not my dream

it was yours,


and now love is dead,


and like a dried and

nasty smelling

womb,



God knows

in your heart

for me.


my love will

never grow

again.

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.

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.

When I close
my eyes,
something about
you is
always
there.

watching you
still in
a moment
and then you
suddenly are
everything.

laughter defined
like a lightening
strike in
a colorado
mountain storm,

or a tender
smile that
you throw
across a room,

I mean hell
who could
ever forget
a moment
of you.

and as
the sun rises
and sets
in your
eyes,

beginnings and
endings of
dreams of
black and blue.

and your runaway
smile runs across
my eyes,

bound for
nowhere in
particular.

you capture
my thoughts
like a bird
on a breeze.

and you
take me

away....

In my
journey
I have
found rest
and comfort
in your
smile.

a warmth
and friendship
without
words or
awkward
conversations.

the awakening
of open
thoughts
and honest
intentions.

and you
give me
time
and you
give
me pieces
of you,

and I am
amazed.

and at
last
thought
at the end
of your
day,

I wish you
dreams
and promises
for God
to keep,

to rest
your head
upon,

and angels
sing  and
for a
moment,

between
the here
and there
of this
world,

we dance.

never pretending
catching the
reflection of
each of
your heart beats
entwined
with mine.

and the
destination is
always the
same,

a glimpse
of heaven,

and this
moment of
everything
in your

eyes
tonight.

Coming to
know you
now,


I bend and

I am shaped
by your
river"s edge
and pay

homage
to your
words.

and sleep deep
in your
prayers and
reveal long
in the
salvation

of meeting you.


siren's weep
at the sorrow
at love's dead
lies at
your feet.
and as God
as my witness
I sweep
them away,

I send you
night dreams
and slippers
for your
angel feet. and
deep warm
blankets that
surround
you like
a summer
soltice moon.


I open the
window to
the night
and the
nomad wind,


that moves
like a sonnet
melody over
you. but
mostly my
thoughts sleep
beside you,


where forever
your smile
keeps.

A true moment,

Our
lazy
afternoon
legs
tangled

cozy
under
piggy back
clouds,

wild hide
yellow
birds
running
races
across the
sky.

your smile
a rye
one,

with the
wrinkle
here and
the sly
look
there,

of someone
who has
won and
lost
at love
before.

and the
story tale
magic
of the look
of your
smile.

always
sends me
off balance
catches
my breath

and throws
my heart
away.

to only
where
you
could
ever
find it.

buried
somewhere,
deep

there

inside
your

angel eyes
tonight.

in the
morning when
your room
is filling
with light,

your raven
hair
tangled upon
your pillow,

surely a
angel must
of fallen
to earth.

and is
now lying
behind
your eyes,

as you
rise from
slumber
from
in your
canopy
bed.

and in
the evening
when the
sun retires
falling on
the horizon's
line,

I wish
I was
everything
in your
day that
was in between.

your morning
your night.

to hear
the joy
of your
laughter,

the sighs
of whispers
that you
say in
solitude to
yourself.

to share
the truth
of consequences,

in the
journey of
your life.

to be
the bending
of souls
in each other's
eyes.

to applaud
your life
in it's
miracles,

of mother
daughter
and wife

tonight.

After  twenty -one
years of
marriage

our love
still plays
in one
another's
eyes,

like back
yard
children

on a
summer's
day.

not taking
rest,

nor needing
shade,

summersault
smiles
and gypsy
wish
day dreams

paint our
day.

and I
wouldn't
know
what do

without
your
heart to
take me

there.

I wouldn't
breathe

now would
I ever want
to again...

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

a tyrants reign has
finally come
to and end,

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

runaway sorrow
vanishes from
view beyond
the horizon
line..

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

and say

hello...

I know
you feel love
is just
a gypsy
shadow,

the moment
between day
and night
struggling
for light.


something you
can barely
see,

like blind
faith or
an unborn
child in
a woman's
womb.

and yet nothing
you are
able to
hold on
too.

sleep deep
under your
covers,

sing softly
your songs
to God.

it might not
be this
world that
you are
truly loved,

or you finally
know your
worth.

but in
his world
doubt will
not exist

nor *******
sons..

who love
you hard
with all
their might.

and then
spit their
juice deep
inside your
thighs.

and you
call it
love...

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.

The yellow

flowers in

your picture,



they are

there for

you not

you for

them,



I can

feel it

it is how

you move the

universe

and all

of it's pieces

around you.



you are

a rare

one of

a kind

phenomena



a first kiss,

a baby's

first cry

from a

mothers womb.



you give

the yellow

meadow

it's depth

and substance,



it's true

beauty inside

your eyes,



jelly bean yellow

full of heart.



and the

sky embraces

your hair

with the

radiance

of a new

born sun,



giving life

to all

who see

it. creating

a center

to the

universe for

all to be.



and I

have come

to bathe

in your shimmer

and submerge

in your

heart and

dance in

your mercy.



if only

for a

moment that

I will never

forget.



as I

look at

the sky and

listen and

dream about

the wonderment

of life

of love

and you...

I know
the feeling
of the
day surrendering
to the
night,

peeling back
coffin
embers from
the corners
of your
eyes,

that lie
estranged to
the memory
of light.

I have
slept between
the heaven
and earth
that lies
between each
breath that
you take,

and to
the vacant
black
crow's
night
we sing

in God's
perfect
harmony.

to awake
in the
morning

where
I am not
I nor you
are not
you.....

we are more..

your foot
prints
on the sand
run deep,

like the
fall of
new shed
snow upon
a white
dipped
field.

and I
will follow
you there
too,

and praise
to all
that is
you and
ancestors
sleeping,

and remind
myself
that I
am not
dreaming.

the silhouette
of your
body
stands before
the sun,

and my
eyes
gratefully
retrace it
over and
over again.

like rain
flowing
down
to root
on
a mountain
hill side
spruce.

it is
improbable
to grow
without
you.

and so
we begin
our life
circle.

to one
another,

like migrant
birds
knowing
when to
take flight.

just as
we have
for a
thousand
years
before.

our spirits
will sing
and take
union
into the

night.

and we
will never
leave
each other's
side again...

Hollow is her

crooked smile

born from

a child of

broken tears,


nothing was ever

going to

be right or

wrong in her

Deja Vue

point of view.


suffering through

the same

delusions that

black is white

white is black.


she is  just

a raggedy ann doll

thrown away

over and over again.


by lovers

and bruisers

and people

who drank

her spirit

dry,


and then

left her

for dead

by the

side of

life"s long

and winding

road.


one moment

it might

be divorce

she hides

behind

and next

the death

of a fantasy,

or a chicken

bone

stuck

deep in her

throat.


but the
outcome is

always the same.


she is damaged goods

and the worst thing she

could ever do is look

in the mirror for ten minutes.


where she would

have to face herself.

and admit she isn't

alive anymore.

and without

direction


the tumble ****

has tumbled

on.

We left

our shades

of innocence

at the door,


we have

lived more

than enough

to bleed

and weep

openly in

front of

each others

eyes.


scares exposed

open wounds

oozing regret

and yet

celebrating

our struggles

and will

to survive.


and in

the shadow

of everything

is your

angel heart,


and gentle

laughter and

appreciation

of life

and love,


and I have

come to applaud

you so,

in the

echoes of

still shadows,


and dance

in the thunder

and tear open

your ****** dress.


your view of

me is pure

and I do not

find that

often in

this place ,

this black

shaped world

that surrounds

us.


to be still

and open

and seeking nothing

but to dance in

your smile.


and kiss

naked

without end,


to never want

to wake

from this

dream of

you and I

this morning.

Open eyes /  

perhaps in
your eyes
is there
a color
just for
me..

a blessing
never given
before

unconditionally.

a hue
of love
and laughter
and life,

a bridge between
us that no one
else can travel?

when you
cry let my arms
fall around
me,

stay within
my breath
and body's
warmth.

when you
suffer let
your soul
open
and come
to confession,

to take me in
without judgment
or hesitation.

let the moments
we share be everything,

be the trademark

in every moment
that you live.

and at night
lie with
me there
still..

in heaven's slumber.

not confused
or obligated
by love's awkward
physical desires..

be only giving
and accepting
and embracing
in our bodies
open pleasure,

in every moment
that our bodies
touch.

be my vessel
to fill and drink,

to hold and be
drunk in
the magic of
your open
eyes..

that look
into this
world and the
next.

and see my seed
buried deep
inside you.

to the place
where prayers are
answered

to the
bed where
you will
never be
alone

to cry.

a blanket
of fireworks
in your
eyes,

to celebrate
every
moment
spent
with you.

it is
a long
ways
around
sometimes.

falling
in and
out of
the every day
things
that we
do.

but love
trust
and certainty
are always
you.

your marriage
your children
your faith.

and though
you are
a long
way gone
down the
road of
your own,

I am grateful
through
for these
poems
that you
have stopped
and shared
with me,

you have
made me so
much more
than the
poet I
was before...

(8/11/17)

Each day
with you
memories
fall
into our
eyes,

leaving me
with hopes
and angel's
debts,

phantom
sighs of
you
and I,

echos
through my
heart
and mind.

legs
entwined
under
cool
sheets
of our
bed

open arms
of love
and satisfaction
feed our
empty
souls

tonight.

and all
before
you

is the sum
of all
in my
life

that was
never
done.

lover's
skeletons
hung in
up stair
closets

forever
hid from
view.,

lust filled
dogs
of my
youth
running
scared

and
naked
through
my life"s

back
streets.

but now I
surrender,

all that I
am to

you.

And in

my bed

in the quiet

of night


you come

to me

and slip

naked into my

dreams,


and my

wishes fall

to you,


the taste

of your mouth

and the curve

of your siren

smile...


and the

soft texture

of your *******



I cannot ever

get enough

of you.


my tongue

licking in

ecstasy

your pink

*******,


placing them

both in my

mouth


rolling over

them over

and over again

until

my mouth

finds your

wet kisses

again.


and then

the arch of

your back

to me

when you

feel my

body hard

behind your

willing ***.


the parting of

your cheeks

as I move

inside you

and hear your

moan full

and deep.


this moment

excites and

invites

me to

moments

that I have

never known.


I willingly

your conquest.


no words

being said

feelings being

born in

blind faith and

the tenderness

of your

open grace..


baptized in the

understanding

in this

moment.


that love could

never be

anything

more again.






©

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.

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 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.

The weather is

in your eyes,


and the tossing

of cumulus clouds

across this

Charcol sky  ..


open is

my heart

to your tender

smile. and yours

to mine as well.


bed fellows

of winter nights.


and time

is somehow

misplaced

by your

touch.


it lingers longer

it means more.


whenever you

are near.


and the

nape of

your neck,

is where all

true loves

goes to

die,


in ecstasy

and in

celebration.


and this

moment

cannot

last long

enough.


nor your

kiss cannot

reach deep

enough to

quench the

thirst that

God has

given me

for you.


and as

this moment

finally

passes,


you take the

best that

is me with

you,


and it is given

willingly

and I

know I will

never be

the same

again.

Be not afraid
of the dark
anymore.

and the
whisper that
you sometimes
here at
night.

it is
me.

and the
storm that
comes
to cleanse us
into the
white.

we are
brave and
wise to
one another

and in
this life
I will not stir
in slumber
without you
ever again.

I used to
be able
to look
into my
morning
mirror,

and not
give another
thought to
this moment
or the next.

But now with
with you
I realize
all the
moments are
connected,

and from
this moment
to the next,

free fall
is not a
option but
it is the really
of the way I
feel every time
I look into
your eyes.

and like
the morning flowers
seeing the
suns first
morning
light

I bend to
you.

And you
have allowed
me to look
deeply

unmeasured,

and now
I have
found you.

your trust
broken,

love
abused,

tossed
aside
like a
broken toy

from a
childhoods
troubled
past.

your
heart beat.
barely
stirring
over in
the corner,


and your
lover
will not
notice,

and your
tired kisses
will not
care.

if I
come
in.

and carry
you
away.

time to
mend.

love to
heal.

time to
dream
new dreams,

and travel
with small
steps
parading,

to a better
place

for you
for me
and a
rainbows

promised
end.

In the
corner
of your
fairy
tale
life.

your
beauty
holds
fast ,

like a
falling
star
forever
leaving
it's
firelight
into
the black.

I see
you.

walking
across
your
bedroom
floor,

with the
shards
of broken
hearts
cutting
through

the callous
bottoms of

your angel

feet.

and I
know
you have
been
the final
dream
to many.

and the
last
breath
of a
few.

and all
I can
do is
applaud
your
appetite
for love.

and deep
kisses.

that mean
everything.

in the
middle of
the night.

when celebrating
the fourth
of July,

every night

we lied

naked in your
bed.

but now
I sit here
encompassed
by you.

like a
mongoose held

captive

forever in

the cobra's

spell.

such are
the last
dreams

of nomad souls,

such are

the last dreams

of dead men

walking...

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.

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 ****.