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.

4/13 /2012

and where
your dreams
lie in
deep slumber
so do
mine.

and the
crimson
sunset
each morning
is the
horizon
we dance
and sing
upon.

and forever
is the
place
inside
your eyes,

that I
have always
searched
to find ,

since
I was
a child
and then
as
I grew
to be
a man.

and peace
is the
field of
gold
our thoughts
lie tangled
in lover's
bound.

and to
each
other
we are
the mirror
to which
we see
God
at his
best.

and not
fire
or hell
could
ever
pull
us apart
from
each
other's
side,

we are
the soil
in which
each other
grows.

and this
world
is but
a temporary
glimpse
of what
we shall
become,

when the
time
of judgment
arrives,

and you
will be
the light
and soul
in my
eyes,

the moment
God calls
us home,

and my
life
will be
yours
in time,

just as
in this
simplest
of
moments,

like a
new bornl
child reaches
'in trust
and yearning

the first
time
he sees
his mother's

eyes.

4/17/13

And my
heart
and thoughts
fall all
around
you
like
rain falling
from heaven
upon a
flower,

and in
the moments
that you
are away
from
me I am
not myself,

or someone else.

I am
just
lost and
misplaced
in the
moment,

that does not
include
you and
your angel
smile,

and because
of this,

my first
prayer
every
morning
is that
I could
again
awake
and find
you
by my
side,

where
my heart
knows
best,

and my
soul touches
your
soul and
everything
around
you,

for  without
that moment

my life
would
be just
pieces
of hope
and love
torn
apart and
scattered
without
meaning
upon the
floor.

and my
life would
be such
an incomplete
offering
to God
and love,

in that
moment
when
I am
without
you,

and the
universe

simply
ceases

breathe,

in the
quiet of
this
morning

as I lie
in silence
in your
beauty

your husband

by your
side.
.

This evening,

By all

that you

do,


my thoughts

are buried

deep inside

your smile.,


never to

forget anything

of your

beauty

that fills

my eyes


like a

child at

play you

move through

me,


with innocence

and the

grace of a

first morning

awakening.,


your raven

hair spilling

across your

pillow,


I sleep

in dream

a thousand

miles away.


with these

thoughts

of you

to keep

me warm.


to share

to worship

under

this cantelope

shaped moon.


where spirits

dance to the

music of your

name,


and I

am but

a child

in your

eyes..


and yet

so much

more than I

ever was


before.

A wave's
oxygen
foaming
Appalachian
snow white.

a child's
cherry fire
lolli pop
half licked
dry

half stuck
to a tender
full moon
face.

tangerine
poppy
wild flowers
drown in
my tequila
breath.

I lie
on a hill
and
I bury my
head in

sand upside

down.

run away
seagull
clouds laugh

in unison

and in joy
do I
sing.

my first
song tonight

to you.

The Cinderella
story was
never
about
you.

you are
so much
more.
from beginning
to end.

with your
pirate
point
of view.

that can
take
a man
down
with a
single
look.

make
him
beg
into the

night,

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

legs
squeezed
tight,

you heart
bleeding
out into
the night.

from so
long
ago
when
you lost

a piece

of it

to love.

and you
haven't
ever
found it

but your
nails
are black
with the
Indiana
mud,

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

that you
might
of seen
it last.

but still
the slipper
doesn't
fit,

the pumpkin
doesn't
arrive

and the
mice sit
in the
corner

of the

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

cause they
know too.

the Cinderella
principle
doesn't
apply

to you.

Clouds dance

like children

playing in

open blue sky.



and under

them I

day dream

of you

and where you

are and what you

are doing?



it is

the grace of

knowing

you that makes

me think of

you and pray.



that you are

well and

loved deeply

and held close

in the

morning when

you awake.



that your eyes

are bright

and full

of wonder.



just as I

wonder about

you and the

deep sighs

that you

take at

first kiss

on this Thursday

morning



day dreaming

of you.

9 PM
you take
my
breath
away
with
your

tear drop
smile.

your 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
dreams,

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.

No longer
caught
between the
struggle for
love and
the loneliness
of a warm
body to
fill your
bed.

love has
come to
take your
hand and
heart
this day.

and make
your spirit
bleed into
the heart
of the other.

and will
your sighs
be heard
deep into
the night
until all
your strength
is gone.

and as
this world
turns one
more time,

will you
christen
the night
with your
tears of
joy.

to be
the bride
you were
always meant
to be.

the wife
to be
cherished
beyond
all else.

and may
love's
dreams
fill your
head and
his arms
be always
there to
hold
you.

like the
two sides
of a rainbow.

one unable
to exist
without

the other.

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

It is still

all around

you,



like a black

tar it

clings to

your bones

and hopes.



like a cold

wind it

blows and

echoes

through

your soul.



certainly not

a gift,

but a curse.



incurable

a marking

on your

young life

written on

a wall

in a cavern

deep

inside

yourself.



and sometimes

at blackest

night

it is

a place

you feel

you have

to go.



but I

say this.



"take my

hand and

let us

go this

way other

way instead."

Jesus walk

holes in

my left

shoe,

wandering

for meaning

on this

Tuesday

smoked

afternoon.


back aching

from the

weight of

loving you.


pickled herring

breath

washed with

beer fills

my mouth

with solace.

my broken

cell phone

lies a couple

of streets

back shattered

unable

to call

anyone

for help.

no one

coming to

my rescue.


send in the

dogs gone

mad,

may

their white

teeth

be swift

and bury deep.

and

clean me

to the

bone.

may they

quench their

thirst

by drinking my

marrow dry,


and at last

get their

fill.

but still

not taste

the blood

of my heart..


ahh you

devoured

that long

ago,


like a

nocturnal

predator

in heat.

like a

beggar

enjoying

her last

morsel of

food.


while

dancing in

the rain...

tonight.

Last night
I had
a toothache
in my
bed ,

and as
if you
felt
it too.

you moved
to cover
me
with
gentle
kisses,

and a
healer's
hand
pressed
against
my cheek.

hours later
as I
awoke,

in our
marriage
bed,

you had
not
given
back
an inch.

as if
trying
with all
of your
might

to take
away
the pain
I was
feeling.

as if
to share
my discomfort
with me.

and like
everything
else

in our
lives
that we
do.

hallelujah.

From the first
moment that
I saw you
I knew,

You are
everything in
this moment,

from heaven
to eternity and
back again.

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

and I am
captured there.

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

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

and time
is the
only thing
that matters

this time
with you.

and who
I am I
to say
what love
is ,

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

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

and quench  
the passion
of all that
lies within
us.

and in
this first night.

I know I
can feel it.

we become
something else...

Morning"s

first light,


I watch you sleep

as shadows wash

the room,


and children's finger

painting strokes

touch the walls

with random

streaks of light.


and while I recite

my morning prayers

to God's sky.


you breathe easy like

a still lake at dusk.


and as I watch

you slumber,

    
I melt upon

your waters

to sink deeper

and deeper

in your wake.


and your

skin is the color

of hard kentucky

cider,


and it intoxicates

me and gently

spins the room.

your sheets slowly

slip from your shoulders

exposing your tender
  
******* to the

new found light.


and I

sit amazed

by your innocence

of beauty.


your magic

of open grace.


and a great

joy comes over me.


to realize that I

will be the first

to greet

your day.


and for that my
God I am truly

grateful  

indeed.

There is
never a

long way
around
to your
smile,

it is
such a
graceful
and simple
offering,

God
is in
you,

and you
give him
back

inside me.

and I
in return
sit and
write these
simple words
to you.

from

the first
day
that I
ever
dreamed a

dream of

you



you came

to me like

a first

kiss.



and that

was everything.

Life finally

kicked him

dead to

the floor.



and this time

he isn't

getting up.



no marine training

or marriage counseling

or running away

from his problems

is going to save

him now.



jack's not coming

back.



there will be no notes,

or apologizes,

or second serves.



his mind was made

up long ago.



he told us so.

and now he

has made

sure we would all

finally, believe

him.



in his

sixtieth or

so year now

Oregon

will be his final

resting  place

far from all

that knew him.



he was funny

that way.



get to close

to touch him

and his

temper

would only burn

your hand.



and those that

knew him.

will sigh.

and regret

his regrets.

and empty

their pockets

and lie on the

table

all of the memories

good and bad

about him.



but the gun

he allowed

to make

the final

verdict upon

his life.

will now lay

harsh and
cold and  silent.



and the

wish that

he always

carried

with him

just beneath

the surface

will finally be

true.



jack's not

coming back.



and my

world  for one

will miss

him.

So easy
to slip
in and
out of
thought
with you,

like clouds
playing
peek a boo
with the
sun on
a high
sky
timeless
day.

sitting
here
counting  
my fortune
every time
you come
into my
view.

you are
now in
me in so
many
places
that
I call
home.

and you
are always
welcomed
here.

like a
surprise
I knew
nothing
about.

a kiss
I never
saw
coming.

you are
a fortune
found

a seed

beaking out
in my
soul,

a laugh
that makes
me unexpectedly

in the quietest

of moments
see myself

in you.

The colors
of her eyes,
like flowers
dancing
to me
from across
our bed.

no retreat
only unconditional
surrenders.

deep impassioned,
moments without
time.

toes tangled
in fish net
stockings,
deep sea
rumblings
stir our
canopy bed.

this love
I have come
to know
as well
as a baby
to first
breast.

one heart beat
completing
the other"s.

this morning in
the morning
bliss...

you are
everything
to me.

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...

First love
has cut
down
the dreams
in my
eyes.

pillars
of faith
shaken.

hole
in the
very
fabric
of my
existence.

now I
am more
like them
than me.

don't ask

don't care
don't tell.

praying
and promising
to loves
false Gods.

nowhere
now becomes
a destination.

with my
whole life
left before
me to find it.

**** it!
at fifteen
years old,

Janet Hawley
broke my
heart....

Carry
me weary
to the
boat
my friend

and then
ferry me
true
to the
other side,

empty my
pockets
of hoard
and greed.

that at

times made

me petty

and blind.


sing me

my story

anthem.

pay the
Ferry man

his due.

bleed me
out of
sin and
doubt.

color me
the pauper
the lion

the father

the husband
all true.

stay with
me awhile,

then release
my tired
and fragile

bones
to dust.

and let
me
forever

hold
your
smile.

dear.

And at
blackest point
of night
when stars
fall to
your angel
eyes,

and the clouds
dance before
you in hues
of black and
blue,

and the
sea stands
before you
a humble
witness
in trust.

kiss the
moon and
be reborn
for a moment
in time.

as truth is
your shadow
and time
is your
fate.

and I will
be the
soul who
applauds
you,

the keeper
of your
smile and
laughter
for a while..

I will
celebrate

you.

and peel
back your
stories of
heart,

and keep
them for
a deep breath
or two
under this
celestial
sky,

and be
the audience
who stands
upon my
feet.

to watch
you from
a far...

and embrace
the miracle
that you
are.

in 26 years.

in all
we have
become.

love taken
root deep
in each other's
souls.

giving
birth to
tide cycles

that we
dance
in each others
hearts.

each night
still we
yearn for
one more
day to
love
together.

moist kisses
jubilee

legs that
entwine
and marry
us...

we love
and sing

to  God's
graces.

and in
this tender
moment,

that is
everything
between us.

my love
for you
is a
canopy,

to cover
your eyes,

with
all the colors
of my
life's
rainbow.

that somehow
only
you can
ever

see...

(for our children)

and to
you what
will my
final day's
shadow cast.

a name, an
address,or a
public place
to visit
my bones.

when everything
is said
and done.

my children
you were
the givers
the nurturers
of me.

the tillers of
my spirt and
of my
soul.

and where ever
the endless
days of
eternity's
journey might
lead me,

the joy
of holding
you as
infants.

watching
your dreams
come true,

of holding
leading your
hands
through life.

have all
been
my greatest
worth.

to heaven
or hell
I go,

I go
the
richest
of men.

As we
scrambled
out the door
this morning
like two
eggs in
a frying
pan,

I woke up
at the
bottom
of your
purse,

smiling
like a tabby
cat from
ear to
ear cause

you finally
took me
too..

amongst the
perfume
samples

and wrappers
of gum

and butter fly
Bobbi pins,

had to
catch my
breath

as you
bee lined
for highway 1

had to
lay on
a pad
of feminine
protection.

grab hold
as I
jumbled
against

the make-up
kit and
the silver
case

of your
I pod
glistening.

but there
I was
right where
I always
wanted
to be,

surrounded
by all

in your
world
you love
most.

and 'wanted'

feels
warm.

"can't do without it !"

feels like
heaven.

here,

in this
everyday

moment

with you...

I have

always felt

about you

that we could

live our

dreams and

life out

inside a

raindrop.



nourishing the

earth kissing

the flowers

as we fall.

and breathe.



giving back

to the

universe much

more than

we ever

received.



I have always

believed we

would then

grow old and

flourish into

something

and two people

far greater

than when

we began,



as God

blessed and

watched over

us.



maybe it

is just I

am sitting

right now looking

outside my

window and

it is raining

and it makes

me think

of you,



because you

have so

nourished me

with the

words you

write,



the insight

you give

me in life.



and the feeling

that you and

I could live

inside a

raindrop.



and very

happy

very happy

we would

always

be.

And this

next word

will be

the start

to  forever,


and with

the awakening

of your soul

and the

gentle stirrings

of feeling

long since

dried


I have

come to

moisten you,


to move

upon you

in the

night .

and dance.


where we

can be

children again

chasing

first kisses,

and tasting

love for

the first time.


and in forever

we will never

tire in

our bed.


and I will

sit and

smile

at you,


and dream inside

your eyes.


and pray for

this nite

to never

end,


and the

children in

us to run

free and

trust and

honesty

to be the

depths in

our hearts,


and our love

and hope


to shape

the stars.

Indeed if
I could say
hello to
you again,

a first time,
a first smile
a first laugh

a first skip
of my heart.

no questions
asked
only forgiveness
that it
took me
so long
to walk
and dream
with you.

and see
the gentle
yet supple
corners of
your face.

and what
would I
give
and what
would my
life be....

without this
first chance
to say

for a
million times
over and over
again

hello.

Tonight.

your love
is buried
7 feet
deep.

guarded
by fences
and feelings
sharp.

captured
there but
not tamed.

or given

openly to
another
in trust
or complete
surrender.

and you
will not
compromise,

or alter
a degree
to this
course
of life
and love

that you
are on.

so I
follow
in your
wake.

taste
the air
from
your
lips.

shadow
your smile
in my
dreams

yearning
for the
day.

when I
call the
place

beyond
your
fences

home...

(for Patty)

Falling into
your eyes.

the deepest
pool of
autumn
honey
brown.

that I
have
ever tasted.

hard to
catch my
breath.

your heart
running
wild
inside
my chest.

the morning
light reminds
me that
time'
like
love
has it's
own universal
place.

between your
smile
and mine.

and the
rest
of our
lives
together.

nothing can
ever
take
me away
from this
place.

all my
mornings
are promised
to you.

and all
of my
Godly
prayers
begin and
end with
you felt
deep.

in the
places
where no one
else
can go.

where dreams
are the
every
day moments
we live.

You are

all of

the flavors

and colors

and textures

of a

bag

full of

jelly beans.



I recognized

that instantly

about you,



for as a child

I had

that look

too.



and your

eyes over

flowing

with life,



giving light

and warmth

to all

who see

them.



tender resting

places for

a poor man's

soul to

die.



or a old

poet's heart

to wander

about.



you and

your jelly bean

smile,



and dreams

do come

true and

stars due

fall before

your eyes

for a moment.



and now out

of the

black into

the blue,



in this

moment,



I  see

you.

Empty tombstone

bed my *****

picked clean,


my temper

tested and

left to it's

madness.


the unbalance

thoughts of

your leaving.


holes in

my front shirt

pocket,


where I used

to keep all

my secrets

of you.


the tasty ones,

without equal,


the scent of  you

around me

now feeling

like hell's wrath.


I saw you

with him

last night,


him taking

the place of my

kisses stealing

the flickers of

starlight

from your eyes.


but it

was not

me and

I must

swear that to

oath from

now on,


it will never be

me again.


I am an

old photograph

with nothing to

do in your

heart but fade.


an old song

that will never

be able to

change it's

tune.


and your  love

will never

find me

here again.


with my

pants dropped

down below

my knees.


the newspaper

will still come to

christen my

cobble porch

tomorrow


and in the

afternoon

the trash flies

will come to

be scattered

and picked up

by four,


on this

slow news day.


as my bones

turn to grey

and my heart

can ask for

nothing more.


than to stand

in love's

broken corners

alone.

(the **** of a fellow poet of mine...)


I imagine

I was there

helplessly

hoping.


As your

head  bangs

off the

wall,


and your

clothes and

boots are torn

from your body.,


like a

angry child

playing with

a RaggedyAnn

doll.


all the

while I

watch your

shadow struggling

with all

it's might.


for freedom

for salvation

in a stupid

rag doll

kind of way.


but I know

hate  and

destruction

when I see it,


it is a sore

that won't heal,


a maggot that

won't stop

eating,


there down

deep in your

chest,


right next to

broken childhood

memories but

then just

a little left

of broken hearts,


you would

rather forget..


life punched

you right

in the face

and then It

wouldn't get

back off

of you.


and though

tonight

you still

smile your

bubble gum

smile a bit,


and wave

your hand

like a angel

through

your hair.


but the

black truth is

hate has

taken it's

bite.


and it's

teeth were

true and

sharp and

afterward

drenched in

crimson red.


and now

unfortunately

you understand

far too well,


that  forever

means something

different to

each of us.

Find my

words in

your breath,

when a moment

takes your

breath away.


I write

to your

youth,


I write

to the woman

you are

and the

woman

you someday

might be.


the daughter

the wife

the mother

the grandmother,

the beauty

of all time

passing.


and though

always I

will just be a far

away witness,


think not less

of me,

for I have

written to

you, the best

that I can.


without need

without hunger

without pretending

to be anything else

that I am.


and love

seems like

such a

little word.


From a

thousand miles

away

I applaud

you.


as long

and as

loud and

as hard as

I possibly

can.

stars bend

at the sight

of you,


just to be

nearer to

where you

are.


just as you have

bended me.


and I

am so much

the better

for it.


I am so

much more

of everything.

She collects
scrapes
and bruises
on her
heart,

like a
6 year old
school girl
tumbling from

her bike
down an
emotional
hill.

47 and
praying
for the

cleansing

of rain.

in a field
parched
from love,

and a
tender
lovers
midnight
hand.

now she
dodges
falling
stars,

once she
wished
upon them.

and the
morning
Halloween
face
in the
mirror she

thinks

can't
possibly
be her.

a her
she
doesn't
even
recognize
anymore.

afraid of
changes
she will
just live
her life.

to the end



and then

simply fall

away from

the earth.

in all
she has

martyred


and has
cocooned
herself
within.
.

but once......

sigh.

Without
hesitation
I would
give up
forever,

for a day
to be
spent
with you,

nothing old
everything
new.

the touch
of your
hand for
the first
time,

the seal
of our
lips
under
stars.

the sound
of your
voice,

the dance
of your
eyes.

listening
to your
heart
with my
ear
pressed
close,

the unveiling
of love
in your
touch.

the bond
of passion
and secret
wishes
on our
tongues.

yes

without
regret

I would
give up
forever
for a day
to be
spent with

you.

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.

This morning"s
time regrets
caught
me in it's
shadow,

and in
hope I

reached
for the
magic
reflecting
in your
deep dark
pool eyes.

like sapphires
sparkling
inside a
Holy Grail.

a lover"s
covenant
of sorts.

and in
this moment,

I  celebrated
and danced
through
the universe,

in awe,
from this
heart beat
to the
next...

this morning

3:00 a.m.

this was a
simple
thought
I had

of you...:)
.

rogue
smiles,

tender
lolly pop

kisses
shared,

tell
our full
measure.

fingers
entwined
as we
sleep.

I reach
to pull
you close.

the moonlight
caresses

our entangled
silhouettes,


and again
like a
miracle,


it is
true,

I witness
it.

this
diamond
studded
sky has
lost
it's

universal
presence.


for it
pales in
comparison

to the
moments

you lie
over me.

and all I
see
is the

canopy
of you.

This night
in you,


After Glow

when the

rains come
in the
wink
of an eye,

we crusade
into the black

catching each
droplet
of the wet night
upon our
tongues.

then savoring
the taste
together


deeply sweetly
between our
lips..

seeking our
salvation
humble
and as a
servant
to each other's
souls..

through
cimarron canyon

early morning

grass

we walk


bare toes
in flight.

clouds
swollen
bellies
itching
to give
birth..

and there
behind
your eyes

naked
unafraid,

you
find
me...

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.

As you stand
by the ocean black
water,

Your eyes
settle gently
between
heaven and
earth,

your thoughts
run like a
fairy tale
ending struggling
to find itself.

over in
the corner
of your
smile
your dreams
laugh back
at you,

and a thousand
clouds
overhead
beg you to
give them
your attention.

and the
sea before
you rocks
like a children's
lullaby
rocking you
to sleep.

and still
you stand
tall and gaze
out into
the water,

praying perhaps
for something
to come home
to you.

something lost,
something not
found deep
in your heart,

and between this
world and
the next.

long after
all the tears ,

that in your
life,

that you
might ever
cry.

I pray someday
you will

find it..

poems

you bleed,

I bleed
you,

and I will
for all
of my
life.

nothing
in love
we will
not find,

no heart
unturned

no dream
unslept.

heaven in
your eyes

passion of
sin
in your
kiss.

and I
did not
live
one day
before
you,

and I
will not
ever live
one day
without.

Stumbling like

a old fool drunk.



Submerged in

her  smile,



barely keeping breath.

I am a goner...



she is a fisher

of men,



not like Jesus

or peter or paul.



black-eyed Susie

with a club and

a hook and a reel.



she will

chop you up

and spit

you out,



and leave you

bloodied and

lied to from

the start.



you end up

a trophy fish

at best.



cut and displayed

on the butcher's

fancy front

market window.



at 1.99 per pound.


it is

in her nature

to love and fish

and love and

fish some more.


with the taste

of whiskey

between

her soft

white *******

and her siren

sighs nibbling  in

your ears..


you are lost

in her depths,



nothing is right

after the hook

is in.


a dollar ninety-nine

a pound somehow


I thought I

would be

worth a hell

of a lot more

than that.

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.

waking in my
Empty tombstone

bed my *****

picked clean,


my temper

tested and

left to it's

madness.


the unbalance

thoughts of

your leaving.


holes in my front shirt

pocket, where I used

to keep all my secrets

of you.


the tasty ones,

without equal,


the scent of  you

around me now feeling

like hell's wrath.


I saw you with him

last night,


him taking the place of my

kisses stealing the flickers of

starlight from your eyes.


but it was not

me and I must

swear that to

oath from

now on,


it will never be

me again.


I am an old photograph

with nothing to

do in your

heart but fade.


an old song that will never

be able to change it's

tune.


and your  love

will never find me

here again.


with my

pants dropped

down below

my knees.


But the newspaper

will still come to

christen my

cobble porch

tomorrow


and in the afternoon

the trash flies will come to

be scattered and picked up

by four,


on this slow news day.


as my bones turn to grey

and my heart can ask for

nothing more.


than to stand

in love's
broken corners

alone.

The soul
of a moment
as it pours
over you,

saturating
your thoughts
body and
heart.

the birth
of our
child,

the death
of a loved
one,

the look
at midnight
in you my
lover's
eyes.

points in
our life
that we
live between.

struggling to
get from
one moment
to the next.

it is the
reason
we breathe.

the joy
that we
love,

the purpose
of our
dance
with life.

it is
God's path
that we
walk upon.

and I
with you
this moment

we dance.

Behind the

black mirror

that sometimes

you look

through in

your life.


I am

the love

and balance

behind it.


the giver

of kisses

of compassion

and  lust.


bury me deep

in your lips,

follow me

far in your

dreams

let go

of all of

the doubts

that past

loves have

burden you

with,


like a

weighted

vessel taking

water on in

high seas.


to much,

enough is

enough,


now bend only

to me and

under you

I will bend

willingly

to you.


and nothing else

in time

will matter.

and your

blue eyes

will be


my sky

and all I

will forever

call home...

The sound
of his breathing
rolls
over you,

like a
angel's
wings
to a
breeze,

the smell
of his body
fills you,

like fresh
baked
chocolate
chip
cookies
on a Sunday
morning,

and your
feet
lie bare foot
upon the
earth,

as you
walk
hand and
hand to
nowhere
in particular.

and the
mornings
first
kiss is like
no other
kiss that
you have
ever known..

but now
to you
it is
becoming
everything
in your life,

that is
so familiar

the cut
of his
face,

and depth
of his eyes.

the still.

when nothing
needs to
be said.

when the
two become
one,

and the
one becomes

everything.

,


.

Black raven,


with a broken
arrow wing,

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

cobbled street.

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

as it
stops
to awkwardly
leans to
one side
to rest

for a fractured

moment.

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

and meanwhile
your 3,000 miles
away

no one
to love
you now.

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

the white whale
and true love
just outside
your grasp.

like this
bird,

on this

cold chill
street.

you just
sit...

waiting
for the
cat

to come.