and in
the sighs of
your day,

and the
quiet
whispers
of your
morning
awakening,

when stars
dance above
you and
last nights
dream
puzzle pieces
still move
and scatter
through
your mind.

my dreams
reach out
to you

and whisper
back to
you
with open
heart and
gentle
certainty

I am
here.

and we could
not be closer
if we
were stars
upon black,

and our
light was
for all of
the universe
to see...

nothing unsaid
naked
slumbers and
love  that
bends to
around the
moon and
back....

There is
a rapture
in your
eyes,

that takes
away
everything
else,

and then
makes
everything
else new
again.

there is a
familiarity
in your
face that
greets me,

like the
breaking
open
of a
poppy
flower
in a
fall field,

and the
moment
that it is
experienced,

it is
never
forgotten,

it is
to be
held
only once

and then
it is
gone.

I am
the dreamer
of such
things
of nature

of you.

and you
illuminate
my life
which
such beautiful
things

that I
am a child
to walk
your fields

I am
a child

amongst
your
stars.

and for
that I am
truly

grateful.

And your
heart seeps out
into the
ground.

only to
be buried
cold by
this moment.

buried by
all of the
fragments of
news and
pieces of
you,

loves won
loves lost.
love never
given,

love never
received.

and in
this tragic
glimpse of
time,

now
you must
face the
honesty
of you.

standing on
a breach
of echos
of times
that you thought
you heard
I love you,

and then
you almost
answered
"I love you
back".

and now
with this
sickness that
questions
and grips
our very
lives,

thank God I
I know that
I am exactly
where I
was meant
to be.

and I love
my wife
like a
dream come
true.

and I hope
it is that
way with
all of
you.

cause one
heart was
never meant
to go
through all
of this

alone.

Now it

makes it

easy to see

through you

and your

bleached

white

bones.


you gave

nothing

of the

heart,


so it

is only

fitting that

you should

have nothing

left in return,


you sat

in your

heartbreak

corner

throwing

deadeye

looks at

any potential

lover

who dared

to wander

your way.


and then

laughed

under your

hot burnt

breath that

nothing

was ever

going to

make you

bleed again.


and so you

will always

be looking

always be

wanting,

always carry

that bellyache

hunger that

burdens your

soul.


but only

hell will

give you

any salvation

from.


but once

I imagine

in God's sacred

place you were

a child and

your heart

was a garden,


and blue

was the

color of

my true

loves eyes.

You are
the soul
of my
words,

the linking
of emotions,

the connection
the spawning
of all
the feelings
that I
write
in poem..

and not
for a
moment
do my
dreams not
dream you,

or the
words of
God not
touch
my chest,

and not
have you
deep inside,

bury
me in
your soul
as I have
buried
you in
mine.

and our
love will

never
falter.

and our
roots
will always
run deep,

up to
heaven
and beyond.

will I
always
hold
you

still, always
a miracle

to my
eyes.

fate falls
from your
eyes,

like a
hurricane.

everything
it touches
is never
the same
again.

and forever
in a
moment
it will
bleed
you.

in salvation.

and the
savior
of all
to come
will lie
deep in
your eyes.

and as
I watch
you breathing.

I totally
forget.

that I am
breathing
too.

it is
instead
the realization
that I
need you
first
to survive.

if ever
my feet
should
ever again
touch
the ground.

.

Something I

remember

most about

you.



When you were

about 4 years

old for

some odd

reason you

would want

me to

cuddle with you

and lie down

and read

books in

the corner

of  a room.



it would

never take

long and soon

you were

in your

angel sleep.



and often

was the

time we would

wake up

in a pile

of blankets

in the morning

that way.



with each

of our dreams

tucked away

in each other's

heads.



with you resting

your head

on my

arm and

your tangled

angel hair all

wrapped up

around my

face.



I never asked

you for reasons

why but

eventually

you grew out

of this phase,



but to this day

those nights

with you

lying next to

me with your

stuffed animals

were some

of the most

tenderest moments

of my life.



your little

angel sighs  

when you

would turn

your body

one way

and then

the next.



and every

moment it

just meant

more and more

to me

to realize

that for the



rest of

my life

that God

had given

me you

to take

care of.



and now at

21 one years

old you

are one of

the most

beautiful things

that I

have ever

seen.

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.

We wake
to  the
morning
light,

and we
tangle
our feet
and cuddle
close our
bodies,

like two
monterey
otters
at play,

and take
deep
breaths
and sighs,

as we
look
into
each other's
eyes,

and.it
always
feels
like the
first
morning
of you in
my bed.


when I
look into
your eyes
and tremble
a bit
for fear
you might
be leaving.

but you
stayed and
suddenly
my sunrise
finds it's
color.

and my
arms regain
their feeling
as I
wrap
them around
your waist.

and I
promise
to myself
I will
never
let
you go,

till death
do us
part.

and even
then

I promise
you it
will only
be but
for
a moment.

till we
lie in
God;s house
till you
are back
in my
arms again.

and otters
play
on some
distant
monterey
peninsula
beach.

that always
makes me

think of
you........

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.

3/30/13

you are
'my balance

you never
let me
fall,,

you see
the light
and dark
within me,

you endure
my life's
changing
seasons
without
question
or hesitation.

and in
your eyes
I feel
your unending
trust,

and in
my eyes
you feel
that trust
returned.

and in
your heart
I love
with
purpose,

and by
the letter
God's
eternal
plan.

we are
lives
in the
balance

you
and I,

and with
each
breath
that we
take

we become

so much
more
than we were
before.

and for us
my love

forever

is but another

moment

in our
lives.

we were
puzzle pieces
that never
quite fit .

even now
many years
later and
a few
ruff edges
torn and
broken off,


edges
that still
reach out
and cut
and bleed
our heart,

fresh flesh
for the taking.

but still
at night I
dance clumsily
in my head
with you,

rarely making
eye contact,

breaking
emotional toes
and feelings
like they were
just peanuts
on a cheap
back water
bar floor.

and this is
all now
that is
left of us.

the puzzle
dance,

a beginning
that will
never end.

What has
become of
this moment
the falling
of hearts
to now
surrender
to uncertain
dreams,

the tremble
of your lower
lip when
you sit
quietly
and contemplate
this fate.

of unconditional
giving and
eternity's
bond.

but it is
fate that
has brought
you here,

and the
open heart
feelings
that you have
searched
for since
you were
a child.

and now
a new
seed
has settled
in your
eyes,

nurtured
in your
soul.

I can see it

every time
you smile
when you
talk
and laugh
about
your new
life to
come.

like that
child
unable
to wait
for Christmas
morning.

the awkward
moment
of a
teenager's
first kiss.

I celebrate
you..

and the
life
that is
yet to

come.

(pattys first day back teaching school again after summer vacation)

It is the
first day back
to school
and I am
missing you
again,

in all
of the
little things
that you
do that
become my
day.


coming
home from
tennis to
see our
empty bed.

walking through
a empty
house that
is never
home unless
you are
here,

listening
to hear
you talk
to our
children about
their upcoming
day and asking
all the right
motherly
questions
about it.

as if you
are secretly
teaching
them to swim.

but you
don't want
them to
know it.

the smell
of your
hair,

the way your
smile
lights
up a room,

the deep
kisses
every chance
we get.

truly I
am a morning
dove alone,

this first
day of
school.

where without
you there
seems no real
point

to ever
flying here

again....

Playing hide

and go seek

under the

covers

with our

birthday

suits on.


praline and cream

ice cream

melting

down the

inside

of your

thighs.


our games

together

are always

playful

and basked

in cardinal

innocence...


and though

morning

will surely

find

us...


we still

hide from

it too...


heart beats

racing

to beat

the dawn...

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 it's
appetite
lies
unquenched,

so it
returns

to 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.

to be
with you,

means
the light
of my
eyes
will never
leave,

for to be
without you,

surely
my eyes
would grow
old
dim,

and to love
you as
I do ,

down and
through
the marrow
of my
bones,

brings me
a completeness
I have
never
known.

it is the
order
of stars
and sky
that blanket
this night
that I
hold you,

it is
the certainty
of husband
and wife
that I
love  you.

the whispers
of my
soul
tells
me it
is so,

that in
this time
under
this open
sky

our
destinys
collide
to become
only one.

and God
smiles
upon us

as only
he can.

when all
is well
and done,

and we
make
our final
journey
to him

together
unafraid,

children
in his

eyes..

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.

There is
nothing
hidden
in your
eyes
from me.

your light
shines
outward

like the
sunrise
coming
over the
horizon
line.

the small
of your
back
stirs to
the morning
warmth
like a
cat stretching
on a
back porch
swing.

and a
music
is in
your heart
that fills
the air.

I can
hear it,

and it
moves
my heart
to embrace
and unconditionally
accept
all that
you are.

in this
nothing
place,

where just
over the
hill
golden
fields await
patiently
to be
harvested,

just as
you have
harvested
me,

from the
very
first
day I
saw your
smile ,


and your
grace
and beauty
fell upon
me.

and left
me here
in this
nothing
place.

and the
beginning
of a
thousand
possibilities
to dream
upon.

Up through

our veins

and tender

places,


nurtured

by our

breathing

hearts,


we remember

paths

of feelings

long ago

traveled,


given

once

never

turned

back

upon.

the reaching

of hands

the giving

of light.


illuminating

dark shadows.


the coming

of age

and the

reclaiming

of all

that was

given

before.


the awakening

of desires

the mending

of touch.


naked bodies

celebrating

love,


the bending

and molding

of our

bodies

to one

another.


your hair

in my

hand,


the wet

taste

of your

deep

kisses

upon my

lips,


the moist

tender

skin of

your

your thighs

as your

passion.

rises to

meet me.


and all

that was

once


will be

again.


when all

that you

are is

mine.

What has
become of
this moment,


the falling
of hearts
to now
surrender
to uncertain
dreams,

the tremble
of your lower
lip when
you sit
quietly
and contemplate
this fate.

of unconditional
giving and
eternity's
bond.

but it is
fate that
has brought
you here,

and the
open heart
feelings
that you have
searched
for since
you were
a child.

and now
a new
seed
has settled
in your
eyes,

nurtured
in your
soul.

I can see it

every time
you smile
when you
talk
and laugh
about
your new
life to
come.

like that
child
unable
to wait
for Christmas
morning.

the awkward
moment
of a
teenager's
first kiss.

and through

it all I will
celebrate
you..

and the
life
that is
yet to

come.

You would always

sit in your

baby carrier

with an odd

little tilt

of your

head,



and I would sit

across from you

and tilt my head

in return,



and even

though you

were a baby

you would

laugh and I

swear you

would get

our little

inside joke.



and as you

grew the

neck tilt

would stop

but I would

look for it

over and over

again,



but as you

grew older,

your sense of

humor grew

and it wouldn't

be long

until you were

the center of

everyone's

attention.



and your

laughter would

pour over us

and your words

would be

funny and kind,,



and I knew

you had the gift

of laughter

from my father,



and though

he passed

many years before

you were

born,



i can still

hear him

in your voice

in your laughter

I see him

in your eyes

at night.



they light up

a room they

light me and

your mother's

heart,



to know

that the

memory of

your little head



would be

forever tilted

in our

hearts to

hold.

Again you
have painted
my morning
with the beauty
of your eyes,

and am
rich beyond
life's words.

My thoughts
fall to you,
like leaves
from a
old stick
tree in
the wind.

my heart
buried
beneath your
feet ,

to willingly
lie and
whisper to
these hills.

and my
voice can
only be
heard by
you.

and in
the wonder
of this universe,

it is
just so.

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.

Sometimes

at night

I wake

with a

mad man's

torn and

bitter soul.


and a

mad man's

hard and

tempered

heart.


it is here

that the

years

have carried

me ashore.


to all these

unanswered

questions

of life's

struggles.


all of

the people

around me

who have

been stained

by their

tears of love

as they

come and

go.


as they

come and

go.


but not

you,


a rekindled spark

is in

your eyes.


you have

settled here.


and there

is a calm

wake upon

the water

that is

all around

you


and you

move in

rhythm

with him

in your

heart and

mind,


and God as

your witness


on your

wedding day,


love will

make you an

angel of

innocence

again,


and you

will fall

like natures

******

snow upon

a Colorado

field.


to cover

your love


from life's

cold winters

night


to arise

in spring


renewed.


with your

lover's

first kiss

of morning

upon your

lips ,


and his smile

is inside your

eyes anyone

can see.

in this

tenderest

of moments,


you have

found your


heart again.

in all

that you

dream,



with your

eyes

closed

and your lips

pressed

against mine.



I feel them.

and your

passion is

the ties

that bind

us.



and the

sky may

turn to

rain

but I cannot

and will not

take the

coward's way

out and

ever let

go of you.



and all

my dreams

too will

come true.



at the

moment

you open

your eyes

to me.

Carry me
like wind
over the
water,

laugh with
me like
a child
in it's
mother's
arms,

and sing
with me
like
a choir
at  sunday
worship,

where
we can
lift our
spirits
up to
God in
unison
to the
sky...

and then
all that
we ask
of each other
will be
gratefully
given
in lover's
grace.

unconditionally
from our
hearts,
body
and souls...

and you
will finally
find
your place
of rest,
and yearning,

and your
roots will be

nurtured
to reach
the sun.

and full
will
I drink
of you,
and you
of I.

and drunk
will we
dance
in each other's
eyes,,

to never
live our
lives
the same
again,

to come
to the rarest
of places
and emotional
ties,

where
forever
my love

where go
you
forever

go I.

For a
moment,
within
these whisky
night
shadows.

let me
have
your eyes
to dream
within,

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

a time.

holes in
my denim
shirts
front
pocket.

from each
time my
broken
heart
has cut
through
my chest

and run

away.

tired
of being
lonely.

like the
last renegade
drunk
at the
bar.

or the
last bouquet
of sundowner
flowers,


that
no one
will
be taking
home..

in my gut
I need

someone
to take
me home.

to be their
vessel
if only
for awhile,

that I
might
blossom
and bloom
within.

someone
to tell me
their
secrets,

and let
me
give
mine in
return.

can you
promise
me this.

with
both eyes
closed

and kiss
me with
open lips
deep.

8/10 /17

Sunrise
playing
peek a boo
with pelican
shaped
storm
clouds
soaring.

open shutter
in our bedroom
window
sounds like a
symphony
with the rain
playing
through it.

covers still warm
from angel
passions
flung.

the rest
of the world
cursing
another
thursday
morning.

me celebrating
another breath
of my 16 years
with you.

So easily

I fall
under the
eclipse
your eyes,

weightless
timeless
to a
place
in between

all of
the heart
beats of
an innocent
child,

where
everything
is new,

and your
touch  is
a hot
jungle
rain
that
seems to
never end.

it  falls
over me

cleanses
me,

makes
everything
inside me
renewed
and
certain

that I
am alive.

this place
where

only a
dreamer
who truly
looks
in your
eyes

can see.

and a
fool

cannot.

For 35 years

he would

man his little

starters golf shop

and each time

my sons and I

would dread

seeing him

there.


but we golfed

and he complained

about life

his wife

his dog

his general lot

in life.


and he

took no responsibility

with any

of it,


He woke up

that morning

and said

to his wife

that Tom Petty

had died,

and how

sad he was

but the

salvation of

the matter was

that that is

exactly how

he wanted to

die someday.

quick.


it was odd for

him to wake up

at 7:30 that morning,

his wife said

he would always

wake at 8:30.


but she figured it

was nice to

have him up

an hour earlier

so they could talk

and piddle around

the house.


the day

was last

Thursday, Oct. 4th

the day Tom Petty

died.


and two hours

later at 10:30

in the morning

that grumpy

old man Lester

died  too.


and it

was quick

like a rattlesnake

just jumped

up and

bite him

in the heart.


He died

grumpy,


but in some way

all of us

are somehow

the lesser

for it.


but I also

know inside

that God

won't handle

him much

better ..


my bet is

God sends

that grumpy

old man back,

The Smell

of him

is on

you again.



though I

know not

which him,



and I

don't care



I know there

is something

that you

search for

something in

your heart

that is

missing,



something

left unsaid

with someone

from along

time ago,



and I will

patiently wait

until

you are

ready to

tell me.



to leave

your conquests

like broken

china on

the floor.



to shower

and clean

your lips.



then I will

listen for

a thousand

lifetimes,



as I hold

you head

to my chest.



and let

your tears

fall like

a baby's

first moment

to the  

world.

nothing to
say,

to the reflection
of your
picture
in my
shattered
hearts window.

thoughts and
feelings all
out of
bounds.

prayers
flying broken
circles
around  the
memory of
your angel
eyes.

and my
soul is
blind without
you here.

like sun
melting snow,

you were only
here for
far
too short
\
a time.

your beauty
stands
alone,

none other
in mind
or heart.

the pleasing
touch
of your
tongue
soothes
like warm
honey across
my lips.

ancient
stirrings
of docile
surrenders
lie across
your bed.

and the
universe
is in
you,

and blossoms
at the
arc of
your
smile,

and you
are a
reflection
of hope
and love
and the
mercy
in God's
eyes,


and I
the child
who looks
back at
you.

never
wanting to
look

away.

or caring to.
only
loving

this moment
and nothing
else.

Your mother

and I

stood

on

the exit

steps of

Kaiser hospital

in Hollywood

the day

after you

were born.


The nurse

handed us

some brochures

and said

she wished

us all

of the best,

and that

you were

one of the

most beautiful

babies that

she had

ever seen.


your mom

and I

just looked

at each other

wondering why

no one was

coming

home with us

to help us

raise you

until you

were at least

18 or so.


The morning dawn

was just coming

up over the

hills and I

knew our

lives would

never be

the same,


and that

I would

try with

all of my might

to be a good

father for you,


but deep inside

I was thinking

what in

the world

am I

suppose to

do with

you now.


so for

the next 30

or so years

we tried

our best and

gave you

all of our love

and all

the ounces of

our wisdom.


and you

have given me

more than

I ever thought

possible for

a daughter

to give her

father.


and to have

the honor of

raising you

through the

years


in my life

that has

made all

of the difference

in the world.

marriage poems 4/22/13

Let me
take a deep
breath
of you,

and then
jump in
your innocence
above
my eyes,

and quench
my thirst
in all
that you
are,

let me
dance
in celebration
with you,

under
this cantaloupe
moon
light,

and hold
your
heart
still,

and suckle
your *******
tender

and laugh
with
you in
naughty
giggles
throughout
the night

where our
lover's
embrace,

and sighs
are heard
over and
over again,

as I
make
love
to you
till our
bodies
ache of
love.

and the
morning
comes
to bless
our eyes,

and I
hold
my breath
again,

to jump
into
everything
that you
are or
will ever
become,

my best friend
my wife
my soul mate
the mother
of our
children,

my passion
lover,

my wife
in Christ,

and in this
morning........

the very
air
that I
live and

breathe.

Again this

morning I

saw her,

Patty.


She sits

at the bus stop

wishing for

the big

yellow bus to

come,


or is it

the next one,

or the one

after that.


Life has hit

her hard,

open wounds

easy to read.


She doesn't belong

to anyone else

anymore.


Her broken heart

out of rhythm

kicked to

the side

of the road

and forgotten.


so she

just sits

under the

early morning

light.


once she

was somebody's

newborn baby,


once I imagine

she could

have been

a beauty,

but that was

along time

ago.


Before the

savage teeth

of crystal ****

took it's

first deep bite,

and then

each night

came to

feed upon

her again,

and again

and again.


now she

just wanders

around the city,

panhandling

here panhandling

there 25 bucks

to lie down in

the back of

your car.


it's Monday

9 am I witness

her in her

same familiar spot.


I pray to myself

"my God, I hope

she makes

it to ten."

the crisp
winter air
stirs
around
you,

like a
oceans
swell
to a
north
reef
beach.

your breaths
are deep
then shallow
and then
follow off
to sleep
again,

as if
you are a
child
playing in
some
midnight's
star lite
dream.

and your
backs
silhouette
against the
morning:s
burnt orange
canvas

takes my
breath
away,

like a
baby's
first gulp
of air
from it's
mother's
womb.

I am
naked
again.

and we
are innocent
in each other's
smile.

over and
under
through the
universe
in play.

you thing one
me thing two..

and may
tomorrow
never
come.

day or
night
dreams
come true
in your
eyes,

curious
corner
turns of
your smile
make it
so.

sitting
still in
the
universe
moves
as you
move

unchangeable
in it's
nature
and commitment
to your
touch.

you move
as one.

and I
have come
to witness,

to raise
up and
gaze upon
your stars
for a time,

and the
miracle
that is
in everything
that you
are.

nothing
ever to
be taken
for granted,

or thought
of lightly.

only prayed
for

with conviction.

there is
sideways
look in your
eyes,

and pelican
gypsy
thoughts
in your
mind,

like restless
clouds
preparing
to take
flight,

but the
destination
never
is all
that important.

it is
really all
about the
view.

and what
is to
become
of childish
dreams if
I cannot
see them
in your
eyes every
morning.

if just
for a fleeing
moment,

tangled in
our awakening
of truth
and dare.

of back
traced
footsteps
that somehow
left us
here,

with smiles
on our
faces and
friendship
in our
hearts,

like tad
poles
wishing
to be some
thing else.

I am
always
here
in you.

morning christens
the still
night air, to
become new
and something
all it's own.

and you
awake
and breathe
deeply and
and your
eyes move
and flutter
and dance
like the
reflection of
two falling
stars
upon a
summer's
sea.

you stretch
like a
mama
lion then
curl back
to a moment
more of
rest
and contemplation.

and your
beauty
surrounds
you nothing
needs to
be added
or done.

and the
world
awaits
for your
smile and
your grace,

and for
the million
things that
only you
can do in
a day.

like the
smile that
you will
give me
some morning,

that always
leaves me
feeling like
a child in
a toy store

who can
dream of

nothing else.

You come
to me
dressed in
solitude
from
a place
that can't  
be seen,


or touched
or understood
in the
brief
time we
live and
laugh and
cry aloud.


stale coffee
stranded in
your morning
coffee cup.,


curtains leaking
morning light
across your
bed..


in your head
you awkwardly
dance through

hundreds of old
pointless conversations.


you and him
you and he.
before the
storm
after the
deluge,


bad songs
sung out
of tune.

so many

poor choices

of men.


but still your
beauty of
heart promises
another spring,


and to there
I will wait
and then
retire and
dream of

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.

Out
of nowhere
from the
first time
we met,

I knew
someday

you
would be
one hundred
and one,
and I would
be one
hundred
and two,

bent to
our knees
in tenderness,
loved in
our hearts
full cirlce,

a sun
eclipsed
in love
over a
moon.

and rainbows
melting
above
our heads,

and gypsy"s
dancing
in our beds.

blame it
on our
youth.

one hundred
and one,

and one
hundred
and two.

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.

tonight.

we move
around
each other
in circling
spheres.

of thought.

drawn to
one
another

like children
playing Gods
with the
stars.

running
in and
out of
view.

all the
while
with

eyes
set.

upon
one
other.

in perfect
tune..

arms
reaching
out
for a
beginning
of a dance

that
will
never
end.

and the
thought.

of a
brush
of your
hair

across
my face.

intoxicates me.

as you
stand
perfectly
still,

inside
my mind.

and as
I move
towards
you.

so does

the earth
the moon
and the

stars
collide.

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.

2/11/2012

pistachio shells
bailing
unceremoniously
out of
my front
pockets.

tangerine
slices lie
peeled '
on the
couch.

fat golden
retriever
lies tangled
between
my legs.

my seven year
old son Noah
home
sick from
school.

crazy 8 cards
thrown across
the living
room floor
like bread crumbs
hoping that
someone might
follow.

tennis moms
calling all day
tring
to make
sure their
kids can
still get
into holiday
camps
next week.

my guitar
leans off tune
in the corner
of the room,

begging to
be played.


my son
joseph
comes
home from
college on
wedesday.

my wife
calls me  
from work
just to
say I love
you,

and I think
for a moment,
how simple and
how true
these are,

the captions
of my life,

and at this
moment
there

no place
else
or no one else

in the
universe
I would

rather be.pistacio shells
bailing
unceremoniously
out of
my front
pockets.

tangerine
slices lie
peeled '
on the
couch.

fat golden
retriever
lies tangled
between
my legs.

my seven year
old son Noah
home
sick from
school.

crazy 8 cards
thrown across
the living
room floor
like bread crumbs
hoping that
someone might
follow.

tennis moms
calling all day
tring
to make
sure their
kids can
still get
into holiday
camps
next week.

my guitar
leans off tune
in the corner
of the room,

begging to
be played.


my son
joseph
comes
home from
college on
Wednesday.

my wife
calls me  
from work
just to
say I love
you,

and I think
for a moment,
how simple and
how true
these are,

the captions
of my life,

and at this
moment
there

no place
else
or no one else

in the
universe
I would

rather be.

To the end

of the rainbow

and back,


skipping fast

heart racing

with the moon

over the hills

and back again.


yelling at

the ice

cream man

in the
middle
of the street

"stop ! "


staying out

way past dinner,


holding on

to 10 years

old as long

as we  can.


wondering

where in the

world you are.


wondering why

weren't you

in my life

back then.


I wonder

if my dreams

ever

touch your

dreams ,


if my thoughts

ever play hide

and go seek

in the dark

with yours.


I hope

they do.

I hope they

always will.


I know

in the

third grade,


we would

of been

the best

of friends.

Makes it

easy to see

through you

and your

bleached

white

bones.



you gave

nothing

of the

heart,



so it

is only

fitting that

you should

have nothing

left in return,



you sat

in your

heart break

corner

throwing

dead eye

looks at

any lover

who dared

your way,


and then

laughed

under your

hot burnt

breath that

nothing

was ever

going to

make you

bleed again.


and so you

will always

be looking

always be

wanting,


but only

hell will

give you

any salvation.


but once

you were

a child and

your heart

was a garden,


and blue

was the

color of

my true

loves eyes.