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.

Two drunken
debts are
better
than one.

though in

truth neither one
will ever
be paid.

our hearts
to one
another

hermit
shells ,

that we
change
every now
and then

depending

on our

dysfunctional

moods.

and this
time
I have
you.

we are
a tribute
to the
ridiculous.

running
blind,

almost
naked
in shame to
our
ivory
bones.

just the
bare skin
on our
back.

to keep
us in tack

or sane.

with our
heads just

trending
above the
water line.

say "yes"
and maybe
we will
survive
the cut

of the judge's

knife across

our necks

and final

plea.

and everything
will change
before
our eyes.

"that's our story"

my first
marriage.

Dischord
in the

witness of  
laughing stars

tonight.

Sometimes you
talk in whispers,

and I imagine
it must
be one of
the most glorious
things in
the universe.

to sit there
beside you
and then whisper
back at you
in return.

so young
you are
like a window
you look through
and then see
everything for
the first time,

my life is so
far past those
moments
so I leave them
all to you,

so you may
smile and sing
in  the
beauty in
everything.

to wander
and find
priceless diamonds
in your lover's
eyes.

and love
in everyone
and everything
that you see.

hold tight.

just as I hold tight
now ...

in this moment
of writing
you.

you grace us
by your sight,

bless us by
your innocence
and circumstance.

and I would
share a thousand
jelly beans
with you
after school,

like kids
without reason
laughing in
a  park

we are free.

Caterpillar
baby
watching
changing
right before
my eyes,

some shedding
shells,
some blooming
life never
to be recognized
again.

but in  
a moment
everything
is life
and endless
possibilities.

like the
moment I
saw my
first baby's

eyes.

like the
first moment
I fell
inside her
mothers
eyes.

and changed
forever...

We sit
beneath the
moons
creamy white
caramel
belly,

we let
it's silver
shine
melt
over us.

the horizon
lies
a little
down in
the corner
of your
sleepy angel
eyes.

and you
wonder of
ifs and
maybes that
circle around
you like
bees
invading
a holiday
picnic in
june..

let your
doubts
fall to
the floor,

and let
your love
sweep
them away.

you will
not need
need them
anymore.

and this  
love you
have found
let it
nurture
you,

like a
young
baby
suckling  
from it's
mothers
breast,

the milk
is pure
it is rich
and so
will your
love be,

and so
will it
help
you grow.

and never
abandon
you,

or leave
you cold.

your engagement
is a
celebration,

the first
steps
through
eternity's
door.

and I
smile
wide,

and we
laugh
deeply

and with God
my witness

I sing
to only

you.

Certainly there
is for me
a heartbeat
within a
heartbeat
in your
day today,

a moment
that sneaks
upon you,

like a soft
breeze when
you least
expect
it,

and then
suddenly takes
your breath
away.

and then sets
your mind
to wonder
and your
thoughts to
skip a beat.

this is
how I
think of
you,

where nothing
is a given
just a
chance that
I might
ever see
you again.

when stars
collide and
suddenly
everything is
right in
the universe.

for a moment
when all I
can hear is the
laughter in
your eyes,

and see the
twinkle in
your smile,

and know
for certain
that God
made this
moment
absolutely
perfect.

and then
for a
glorious
moment he
let me
meet you.

In a baptism

of you,

Your poems

of grace and

good

flow over me.


a blessing

to be sure.


for this

tired and weary

soul of

mine.


open your

gypsy eyes

and let

my imagination

swim deep,


and let me

drink of your

angel smile.


and let our

eyes dance

to the thousand

moments of

love that

in our lives

that we

have lived

and lost.


and as

I grasp

your hand

and our bones

reach out

to grow old

together,


let us

sit for

awhile

and bask

in the warmth

that our

words will

never be

alone.


and our

poems will

always find

resting places

in one another's

hearts,


and dreams,

and promises

unanswered...

our first

kiss consumed

by it all.



the yearning

the revealing

of our

naked

flesh to

one another.



the taste of

our wet

bodies

opening and

receiving

one another.



the giving

of seeds

in deep

passion.



ice cream

splashes

still one

your lips

from the

night before

I gratefully

lick

them from

your face.



rainbow sherbet

here

praline and

pecan there,



nothing has

ever tasted

sweeter.



in this

moment

when no one else

can enter

where only

love can

find us.



when everyone else

is just

a bad

memory

in your

eyes.

that in

time

will soon

be forgotten.

Till your
a hundred
and one.

close your
eyes
tight
like a

galleon's
treasure
chest,

and bury
your
dreams

deep
inside
me.

safe
from
pirates
and
wobbly
sorts.

and I
will be
there in
the air
around
you.

dream
calm
serene

like a child
saying the
shepherds
prayer

before
she lays
her head
down to
sleep.

and I will
not sleep

and I

will not

falter

till you

awake

and sing.......

Early
morning
finds us
awake,

stirring like
pirate children
crawling up
and under
the sheets
of our bed.

I bow to
the weather
in your eyes,

I submit to
your hurricane
smile

and fall
softly back
to bed to
your
gentle seaside
breeze down
the back of
my neck.

we celebrate
the hunger
of our
bodies as
we roll and
tumble in
love across
the morning
sky,

only stopping
to catch
our breath
with deep
kisses shared
openly with
one another.

quarter to
eight and
I stumble
out of
bed,

wondering how
could I
ever leave
this paradise
behind.

and then
I raise your
*** to
me,

and work
will have
to wait
for another
life time

not mine.

Magic is
a light that
your eyes
are all to
familiar
with.

It dances there
in you
eyes when
you greet me
each morning.

and everything
about you
improves
everything
about me.

and what failures
that have become
are forgotten
in your laugh

that only echos
with truth and
music
to my ears.

who ever thought
"good morning"

could ever become
a anthem
to my day....

and the
underbelly
of your
love,

is the
softest
place that
I have
ever
known...

as night
shade
shadows
dance
over us,

and angel
wings spread
to the
beatings
of our
hearts.

I reach out
to you.
to find
eternity
in your
eyes.

to see
the child in
my spirit
running
free.

to you
without
hesitation
or doubts,

as I hold
you still,

turning
pages
in the
dark

of whatever
forever
may bring...

First homeward
wave
awakening
this sleepy
south side
beach this
morning,

first sigh
of bodies
stirring
in the other
room.

breaks the
morning still,

open
sky of
black
and blue,
over head.

a lace trimmed
ribbon
around your
bed.

your kids
will be
up soon
and to
them you
will be
life itself,

from the
womb to
years gone
past with
a wink of
a eye.

and you
would not
want
your life any
other way,

not a
turn that
you took
to get here
to this
moment
would you
change. and

I stand
from afar
and only
see
perfection,

like sun to
moon and
then back
again

the day
begins,


a celebration

of you.

it is
the small
of your
back
as my
leg
moves
across
it in
the
morning"s
first blessing
of light,

that excites
you moist.

the drape
of your
neck
as my
lips
move
in ecstasy
all
around
it.

as my
voice
whispers
everything
into your
ears.

the emptying
of souls
to one
another.

this vessel
dance
of you
and I.

that we
can never
partner
with anyone
else.

these
moments
in our
day.

that assure
us both
that we
would
never
need
to.

or want
to find
heaven's
golden
gates
alone...

For a
moment,
within
these whiskey
breath
shadows.

let me
have
your eyes
to dream
upon,

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

stand full

measure

of myself.


holes in
my denim
shirt
front
pockets

from each
time my
broken
heart
has fallen
from my chest.

tired
of being
lonely.

like the
last renegade
man stranded
at a run down
bar.

or the
last bouquet
of sundowner
flowers,
that
no one

tonight will
be taking
home..

in my gut
I need

someone
to take
me home.

to be the
vessel

to fill
if only
for a while,

that I
might
blossom
and bloom
with
someone
to tell me
their
secrets,

and let
me
give them
mine for

safe keeping
in return.

can you
promise
me this.

with
both eyes
closed,


and a

prayer of

salvation with

all of

your might.


and seal

it with a

kiss deep
with open lips,


and a million

promises


that this moment

will never  end..

you have
a kindness
about you,
it is warm.

to let me
write you
like this,

it is just
the way
you are,

generous
without
mercy.

if you
were
a rainbow
you would be
all of
the colors
stretching from
heaven
to earth and
then back
again.

and having
seen you
once
no one
would ever
forget.

like me
in this
moment,

you have
caught
my eye
in words,

like rain
falling
on a
open field,

you nourish  
them

help me
find my
way..

may you
keep these
poems
as gifts
and close,

so you may
always
find them

and be
reassured.

you are
a miracle

to me.

You may

weep to

cleanse

my face,    


I may

sing to

bring

joy to

your day.


and the

streams

blend

to rivers


and sunlight

warms

the belly

of high

clouds.


and we

are each

of these

things.


not one

more or

less

than the

other,


open

wide

around

me,


hold your

arms

unforgiving

around

my soul


let me

feel

your cycles

they

weave

around

me,


with truth

honor

and passion

for all

that you

do...


and just

as God

the creator

has placed

the moon

perfect

from the

earth,


and placed

the sun

perfect

to the

universe.


so has

he placed

you and I


to each

other.


no darkness...


blending

as one

destiny

not two...

The most
unsettling
place that
I have
known.

the darkest
place
that
I am
alone

are the
places

I am
without
you.

tangled
within
myself.

unsure
of even
my own
human
nature.

the world
still reaches
out to me.

yet I am
afraid
to welcome
it in.

afraid to
seek my
fortune.

of chance
or change
or Destiny's
wishes.

I knew once
I was safest
in your arms.

in your
dreams

in all that
surrounded
me that
was you.

and now
I have  
not felt
that way
in a very
long time.

and my  
greatest
fear
is that
I may never
feel that
way again.

why would
you ever
choose to
leave me
here without
you.

unprotected
in the silence.

unloved in
my heart

alone,

missing
kisses,

in the dark.

The bleeding

to white

and all

that may

come.


the unfeeling

of everything

I have

come to

hold dearly

in my most

inner being.


somehow

I know

in that

darken

place.


you will

still

find me

there.


and you

will calm

my spirit,


and paint

my sky,


and fall

like a

mid-winters

night

dream

over me


for eternity's

slumber.


and I

will catch

your sorrow,


and shelter

your pain,


and not

let a

broken

heart

take one

moment

from you.


true in

spirit

you

and I.


and the

falling

of clouds

will surround

us,


and the

crying of

seasons

lost will

echo in

our bones.


and in

our final

moment,


only truth will

be seen

in our

eyes

.
and only

love

will color

our sky.

A drink of
your smile.

and the
world
feels
lighter
again
.
like the
underbelly
of circus
clouds
parading
in the
wind.

it is 1:00 a..m.
and I know
somewhere
your
checking
your watch.

waiting
for love
to come.

it's late.

and it leaves
you with
a sickening
gut feeling.

like a lover
who cheated
out your
back door
before you
could awake.

better be
gone.

and wipe
his
Achilles
kisses
from
your lips.

and then
I will
sing
to you.

whisper songs
in your
ears
and heart.

and we
will dance,


be each
other's

saviors

again.

like pieces
of bread
in a sandwich.

and it
doesn't
matter
what life

might ever
put between
us .

we sing.

The shades
by your
bedroom
windows
blow
in rhythm
to the
early
morning
sky.

and the
anticipation
of the
moment
when
you first
awake,

comes to
me like
a siren
dream.

and it
may just
be a
Monday
morning
to the
rest of
the world
but not
to us.

this moment
is everything.

and the
true
beauty
of the
day.

is the
moment
you first
awake.

and i
look over
to you
and witness
the sun's
first coming
into your
eyes.

and I
feel

warmth.

and my
coffee
lies
cold

upon
our kitchen
table.

till noon.

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.

Last night
I kicked
around
in my
head

listened
calm
to my
heart,

and then
in my
mind in

the tenderest

of places
I found
a picture
of you.

it set
the edge
to the
moon,

and stars
and all
of the
comets
streaking
across
the sky
on fire..

and in
the moments
between
heart beats
were the
ties that
bind us.

the half
wink
in your
eyes,

the look
that
moves
me.

like jelly
over
peanut
butter.

tasted
moist
from
your
lips

for the
very
first
time.

tonight.

Sitting

the wind takes

your thoughts

to scatter,


lying on

the floor

like so many

pieces of

broken hearts,


some cutting

deeper than

others,


some stuck

under your

skin and

you will

never get

them out,


I could see

it in

your eyes

from the

first moment

I saw

your face.


the great

solitude there

and the

overwhelming

loss of fallen

stars.


but once

they all

shot high

and forever

across

your eyes

and you

blessed them

one by

one.


as now

you have

blessed

me with

your sight,


and we are

children in

each other's

eyes,


in that

magical place

late at

night running

down the

backstreets

of our youth,


where anything

seemed possible.


and first love

was a forever

moment

in your

eyes.

the kissing poems

sleep
eludes me
like a shadow
in the
sun,

watching
you sleep
and  breathe,

excites me,

your naked
chest rising
and falling
in our
bed,

my thoughts
of you
move
like wet
dreams
over your
body.

and I
can think
of nothing
else.

it is a
moments
gift you
give me
every morning
lying by
your side.

when everything
in the
universe
is here
beside me

in this
single
moment.

and time
stops
in your
first kiss,

and my
heart stirs
in your
eyes

and soul.

And under
the tilt
of this
jasper
moon,

in angel
folly,

your body
falls in
complete
surrender
to me.

and the
taste
of your
honey suckle
lips,

captures
me in
time and
consequence.

suspended
in all
that is
around
me ..

that
is you.

from
eternity
and back
again.

the ripples
between
the moments
I think
of you
like half
dreamt
dreams

that lie
lovely
in the
wind.

and this
moment
is all
that
my
heart
can be..

your eyes
are all
that my
soul
reaches

to see.

tonight...

Hold these

words tight and with

deep meaning,

just beneath

your breath.



let my thoughts

flow like

a river through

you bending

and rising

to fall.



take your thirst

of love and

emotion from

me,



and never let

my spirit go.



and may

my kisses

on a breeze

take your

breath away,



just as God

had intended.



and when this

life is said

and done,

and the

road no longer

rises to meet

your feet,



and this last

sunset becomes

all you will

ever see,



let it be our

sunset,



and rejoice

in the million

shared smiles

we have shared,

in my poems



to you,

may you

read them

over and

over again.

till the end

of days..



and at the

moment of

your last thought

may you  smile and

simply say "yes I

loved and was

loved by

the many and

by the

few.and

deep in

my words



for a hundred

years and more.

may you

forever sleep

my love.

the taking

of seed
to root.

binding
of tried
heart and
weathered
soul.

is how
you have
touched me.

the fallen
to love.

the free fall
of existence.

never hoping
to land.

the carousel
moments
of first
kisses.

that have
lasted
fresh and
newborn
through
the years.

the grace
of our
children's
smiles.

holding
their prayers
safe in their
beds as
they sleep.

all you
have given
to me.

to keep.

and share
with you.

till our
time
passes.

till our
love fades.

the moment
next.

beyond

eternity.

It's a
us day,

lying your
daydreams
against
the hard
back bark
of a
tilted
sycamore
tree,

watching
the child
of your
past
rise
up in
your eyes
to meet me.


so many
changes
between
then and
now.

young
and old.

so many
impressions
and curves
etched
on the
character
of our
lives

no longer
afraid to
look in
the mirror,

without
a prayer
first,

to ease
the view
of our
hearts.

and I

for now
I will
never
let anything
hurt
you,

or bring
you down.

or let
you ever
be cold,

you have
my words
to wrap
around
you

for all
of that.

may you
read me
and feel
me,

for all
the days
of your
life.

under this
sycamore
sky..

against this t

tilted tree

could
anything else
be more

beautiful than

that.

sky
of black
and blue,

rain trying
to fall
across
your

eyes to
gently
kiss your
face.

seagulls
circling
above me
as if
trying to
decide if
they recognize
me or
not.

from some
other beach
some other
time,

when I
would
walk
and send
peaceful
thoughts to
you,

where ever
you might
be.

wishes
of joy,

prayers
of faith

quiet
thoughts
of hope,

as I
dreamed
and danced
in your
spirits
eye.

in that
place
where I
put aside
my pride,

and reach
out to
you.

and time
is nothing
more than
the million
grains of
sand
pebbles
beneath
my feet.

and in
this moment

when the
rain begins
to fall

once again.

you are

everything.

We move
in the
tides
of one
another
without
thought.

we feel
the warmth
of one
another
without
skin.

I navigate
to you
under a
pitch black
sky.

with a
harlequin
compass
of heart.

in giving

in forgiveness

to God.

and all
I want
to be

in these
moments

humbleness
and grace.

is this
reflection,

in your
angel
heart

in your

angel eyes

tonight.

And in

this moment

you  have

allowed
me to

look
deeply,

and now
I have
found you.

your trust
broken,

love
abused,

tossed
aside
like a
broken toy

from a
childhoods
troubled
past.

you sit,


your
heart beat.
barely
stirring
over in
the corner,


and your
father
will not
notice,

and your
ex-husband
will not
care.

if I
come
in.

and carry
you
home.

time to
mend.

love to
heal.

time to
dream
new dreams,

and travel
with small
steps
parading,

to a better
place

for you
for your
daughter,

and a
rainbows

promised

end.

this moment
there is a
peculiar point
of view
is your
eyes,

as if you
know my
secrets and
you wish to
keep them
all to
yourself,

as if
when you
tilt your
head inward
to a morning
breeze the
whole
universe
changes it's
perspective.

and everything
moves with
you,

and sirens
sing
and only
you can
hear.

and the
faded pages
of days
gone by
fall before
you like
naked sorrows
at your
feet,

and you
stand before
me the
keeper of
heaven's
gate.

the prayer
answered to
a hopeless

dream.

A gift .


these simple

poems

for you

to wrap

around your

dreams under

siren night,

these humble

words

and open

thoughts,

of admiration

and toasts

to glorious

days.

to dance

in your

honesty

and deep

kiss your

passion

words,

and I will

always be

so much the

richer for it.

give me

the pearls

of your

whispers

so I

may dance

with you,

and linger

forever in

your stories,

it is

in your

eyes that

time has

blessed you

most,

forever in love

and forever

again,

in the

joy of

a blessed

heart.

I am here.

It is 1030
on a
a February
Sunday
morning

the magic
of your
eyes fall
over me,

and as
I look at
you,

in each
heartbeat
there is
a falling
off from
one to
the next.

deep drops
of anticipation
and great
urgency
to catch
my next
breath.

you are
a wonder
to all
that are
around
you.

a  song that
when once
heard
no one
can ever
get out
of their
head.

nor would
they ever
want to.

I learned
that lesson
long ago.

the sun will
follow the
moon and
then the
moon surrender
it's sky
again .

for millions
of years it
has been
adorn by
the stars
this way.

like you.
and your
timeless
beauty

it is
my only
explanation.

of you
that I

believe.

You are
the dream
of everything.

the slumber
while I
sleep,

as the
peace
and blessing
of your
smile,
falls over
me

you are
the pieces
of my
night
that I
remember
in the morning
when I awake.

the warmth
in my
soul
that I
carry with
me through
out
my day,

till night
returns
me to
you

and our
thousand
dreams
till

dawn.

She is

blackballed

to her

old lovers

even

though she

might slither

back to

them now

and then.


I know for

a fact

because I

am a member

of the club.


We still

meet on Tuesdays

nights down at

the Elks.


the sloppy

stories we

tell and the

sighs that

can still be heard.


we sing them

to one another

like a choir

in chorus

in tune.


and none of

us will be

donating blood

Anytime soon,


doctors say

that we can't .


thanks, Mary Jane.

whoever

thought jumping into bed

with me

would 30 years later

become a felony.


loving her was

as real as it gets,

we all say that.


that little

thing she

did with her

tongue..

over 99 percent

of our bodies.


she was good at

that she was

good at everything.


Especially making us

believe that

loving her

was whatever

we wanted

it to be..


today she is

remembered by us

as a *****.


every Tuesday night

you can hear

us say it in

chapter and verse.


but she is

our *****.


and God bless

her for that.

Serpent weeds

of my aged

memories
clogging,
invading,

cracking through
the  walls of
my soul.

looking into
the mirror
and seeing

myself in

the veil of
what is half true
and half
false.

dreams
no longer
recognized
make strange
bed fellows
in the
night.

leap of faith
falling
dead to
mother
earth.

m n m's
spewing
from a poor
boys back
pockets.


a beggars banquet

to all
who gather
to see
me  on

my knees

gathering

there.


yellows first

then greens

then browns.


a lesson well

learned from when

I was a child.



when death

was just a

five letter word.


to laugh at

in the night.

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

The moon makes

you cry.



falling down

hard to

find the

grip to stand.

again.



knees bloodied

and bruised.



and the night

doesn't

miss a moment

and it will

come back to

take you

down again

tomorrow.



you are a

prisoner of

it's tides.



tracing your

steps in your

mind back to

the beginning.



they always lead

back to nowhere.

and being

alone.



and now

loneliness

is your

only lover.



and a touch

is as foreign

to you as

an apple on

a pear tree.



and you will have

none of it.



blinded by

the light,



dreams in

black and white.

you pretend in ways

I can't even

imagine.



just to survive.

but through it all



if you should

ever need me

I will be there

I will be there.



in midnight's wind

fleeing at

the darest

of times



when in

the night ,



You feel a

gentle kiss

upon your face.

all hope
lost
I witness

my face
in my morning
mirror,

like a flame of
heart as
it boiled
in open sky.


tears melt
to a glass reflection
thunderbolts
in my eyes.

cold white
wave linen
sheets
that can't
hide the
pain anymore,

they just
keep my
head submerged
and I
can't catch
my breath.

can't swim
any longer
against
their tide.

loves lost
to the
mistrust
of shadows

and lies

and distant
silhouettes
standing at
old cellar
doors.

don't
answer it.

don't
look back.


cause tonight
love doesn't
remember
me anymore.

And by

our words

the knowing

starts,


like onions

we begin

to peel

one another,


and let

our stories

fall to

our faith's

threshing

floor.


but I tell

you this

instead,

fall

to me

without

hesitation

without

doubts or

questions

with impossible

answers.


be simple,


everything

to now

has made

you ,


and everything

to now has

brought

me here..


and we

nourish

each other

in ways

that break

us free

from all

that was

before.


there is

no time

here

no proper

order

of things.


there is

only a

great

birth,


where

we leave

our bodies

to become

totally

something else.


where sleep

does not

matter

and food

is a old

ritual

of the

flesh.


you have

marked

me.


and for

all time

I will

be in

you ,


and you  

in me.


in this

journey

of great

things.


you were

never meant

to be only

one.


you are

the sunrise

I am

your sky..

and soon

there

will be


no difference...

And now  love

has taken

you this

distance,


and the

shadows

of your

innocence

have left

you with

gypsy

lines of

wisdom

upon your

face.

and faith

has given

you this

patience

to be

this certain

that this

love is

all you

will ever

want,

ever need.


and that

the taste

of his kisses

will never

leave your

lips,

and I

will forever listen

to your story,


and revisit

my prayers

for your

marriage

throughout

the day.

and though

I was never

to be

your forever after,


it has

been just

a simple

trust of

hearts

that you

have shown

myself to me,


and allowed

me to share

in your

joy.


and for

that my

friend


I will always

be most

grateful.

Brown boat

Pelicans flee
towards the
horizons
retreating
light,

like ten disciples
to this
nights
final cause.


three stars
in alignment
pillar the sky
over me,


and a summer

wind carries me
home to you,


and a wish
that you
are safe
and warm.
and I

might wake

tomorrow
forever in your

eyes

No justice
in the
turned
down
corners
of the smile
she wears.

holy roller
prayers
keep her
awake at
night.

she would
open
her wings
but
she has
lost
the taste
for flight.

broken love
hangs from
her body
like rags
on a prison
doll.

the edge
of no reason
has cut
her
open like
a knife.


her destiny
naked
running
across the
floor..

right side up

is now upside

down.


in her

deepest

depths

she knows

now..

he doesn't
love her...

Beautiful things

don't ask

for attention,



such is

the nature

of how

you are.



within the

darkest fabric

of your

minds night

lies the

rhythm and

reason

of who

and what

your dreams

will become..



the answer

to your

questions and

doubts,



and the banket of

uncertainty

that sometimes

you cover

your heart

and eyes.



all these

pieces are

you scattered

on the floor,



like so

many pieces

of a broken

window

that you

don't want

to look

through any

more.



and so I

sit here with

you,



and whisper

to the forest's

song.



between your

thoughts

and gentle

offerings.



wanting you

to know  

one thing,



how beautiful

you are.

Years later

like old

shoes you

will never

wear again.



your covered

in secrets

and cobble

webs that

watercolor

your eyes in

only grey

and black.


and love

no longer

clings

to you,


you fear it

and like

a beaten

fish.


you catch it

and then

without

ceremony

throw

it back.


his arms

are still

all around

you his

mouth wanting

upon your

lips.


but  he

is not

sorry,


he never

loved you.


he only

fantasized about

a moment

and then

the moment

set him

free.


but not

you.


never you,


and you

are left only

with  the brief

taste of

love upon

your lips.

Basking in
love's

sheltered
bliss,

you and I
open vessels,


of time"s
seeping
sand

dropping
south.

sunset colors

on the

horizon line,


smeared by

a careless
child's hand
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
opened
hearts..

time
almost
done.

there is a
bounty
to be
paid.

by all
who have
not
welcomed
it.

by those
who did
not dance,

in awe..

She is

a empty

box.



no matter

what people

put into

her she

will never

amount

to much.


she is a

picture on

a page.


that everyone

falls in

love with.


like those

deep sea

fish that

illuminate

in the

depths,


running into

her will

never end

well.


I see her

now and

then I

used to

see her

alot.


and then

she took

the biggest

bite.


and my love

of poetry

here


was never

the same

again.

We lie
deep
in love's
past illusions,

in speckled
darkness.

a greed
of loves
hunger
drives us.

under a
cantaloupe
slice moon
delicious.

my hollowed
self
shimmers
in your
reflection.

I can not
hide from
you.

though light
beckons us,

over the
horizon,

we will have
none of it.

we slumber
in the
belly
of the
darkness
that engulfs
us,

unwilling
to move
or be
stirred by
the morning
light,

a abandoned
teapot
blows
off key
in the next
room.

it will
have none
of this
morning
either.

as I
lie in your
arms
and you
in mine.

and we
pretend
forever

away.

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
words
to you.

from

the first
day
that I
ever saw
you

smile.