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

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

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

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

and as  I
sit before
you

with God
as my
witness.

I am
healed.

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.

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.

Tonight.

your love
is buried
37 years
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...

I must of had

one eye blind

not to see

the rest

of you.


walking through

the kitchen

for a midnight

snack.


sleeping next to

me on our lace pillows

with the moon

slumbering

upside down above

our bed.


and all that

you have forgotten,

I have not

forgotten a thing.


your naked taste,

the tangled ringlets

in your auburn hair.


to me love was always

a blossom and my

nights with you

a fairy tale rite.


of sunshine

and light,

of star flights

and falls.


but still somewhere

in between

all of this

I lost you.


and the colors

and the textures

of the world as

well.


now I just dream

one eye blind,


walking in my sleep

half me without you.


a broken turtle

without a

shell a

lost tomorrow

without a sun

to kiss it's

face.

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.

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.

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.

Into

our eyes

the abyss

of true

lovers,


the still

breathing

of quiet

hearts,


that offer

to one

another

true

sacrifice.


it is a

shadow

dream

poem.


an ultimate

letting

go of

tormented

moments

of our

past,


the giving

of everything

to a

idea that

needs

no explanation.


not to

each other.


we are

the cycles

of suns

and moons.

the birth and
death of
hearts,


the undoing

of all

that was

done before.


and my

soul goes

out to you

with each

moments

passing.


that you

will have

it close

to you,


and be

one with

it for all

the moments

of time.


and in that


my journey

will always find


true purpose

and fire.

give birth

to my dreams

each morning,


and I

will

lie over

you and

protect

and worship

your day...


I will be

the rain

to your

fertile

fields and


calm and

bend gently

your path,


as you

walk under

sun and sleep

under ******

night.


let me

be the water

that finds

deep roots,


even when

there is

no hope

to be

found in

your heart.


and I

will lie

over

you there


and everything

you do


will be

full into

my eyes.


and from

this life

to the next

and then

back again


my heart


will be

your sky.

These pages

of white

are the

places

I know

you best.


where

I feel

you here

all around

me,


not a

shadow

but a

window

that you

see into

my heart.


you consume

my spirit

but it

is never

exhausted.


you are

a flame

within me

that warms

my soul,


and bends

me over

your sky,


to reach

but never

touch

the ground.


you are

light

to the

corners

of my

life that

need to

be seen,


to be

expressed

in these

words

that only

you can


bring from

me.


and why

that is

so is

not important,


just as

it is not

our right

to ask

of a

star falling

from the

sky if

it is only

for my

taking.


I will

only take

whatever

moments

you can

give me.


whatever

prayers

you might

have.


and ask

nothing

in return.


like the

rain

to a

field.


I just

grow


to you.

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.

The rabbit
hole opens,

swallows you
whole.

no lifeline
no looking  
back.

love on
the run.

like a
wild river
****** in
a Cajun
storm.

an unexpected
change

of course
tumbling over
and over
yourself.

an unexpected
naked
circumstance
of souls.

veins in
your heart
pulse in
a barren
body of  lies

that stings
your ears
and rots your
tongue..

like poison
spawn from
the lips of
false passion.

and the

curse of

devil kisses.


everyone
must die
in truth

to begin.

this journey
back to truth

to love again,

without that


no one

ever gets

out of here

alive.

It is the
underside
of your belly
that I love
the most,

the tender
flesh,
the beating
of your
heart through
your skin
rising up
to greet me.

like an
old lover
a best friend.

and no other
place have
I ever called
home,

and meant it
like when
I say it
to you.

and love is
a rainbow
in your eyes,

and you
are all the colors
of my
watercolor
dreams
at night.

at day.

whenever
I taste your
lips...

Your morning
white
dress
christening
my eyes,

I am
hypnotized

at the
way you
move
in it
across
the room.

by the way
your hair
streams,

like a
thousand
golden
stands
of sand
across
your
face.

and your
lips of
rose
blossoming
to mine.

the sweet
smell
of you,

at your
first
smile
dancing.

your laughter
like
small
droplets
of rain
running
down my
back.

sensations
arousing.

and your
hands
reach
to confide
in mine,

and your
thoughts
paint in
each of
the numbers
of my
paint by
number
dreams.

and somewhere
between
this moment
and the
promise
of the
next.

tomorrow
has lost
it's
meaning.

only this
moment
matters.

right now
here with

you.

Nowhere in
this universe
could you
find your
sea shell
smile,

or echo
of your
gypsy
laughter
under a
mid day
sun,

the caption
of day
and life
in your
eyes.

the truth
of innocence
lying open
and free
upon your
touch.

you are
a promise
of everything
that is
kind and
breath taking
to see,

first light
in the
morning

or late
night
under
midnight
dreams,

you fill
the very
minutes
of life
itself,

with a
open heart
beauty that
is you.

and for
that
time
itself takes
a moment
to gaze back
upon you,

and smile,

for like
me it
is helpless
do anything
else.

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 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.

Above all
else
beneath
you tender
breath.

on a
rose
colored
day in
October

lies my
thoughts
and prayers
for you.

for your
health for
your family
for your
faith.

and may
life
not take
one from
you,

because they
define
who you
are.

like the
colors of
a rainbow
each color
is defined,

but yet
can blend
into a million
different
possibilities,

that is
why  when
I see
your face
you fill
my eyes.

much
more
than life
itself.

you are
what dreams
may come.

In this

corner

now

where

I have

put myself

away

from you.



I peel

away the

old tried

skins

of my

melancholy

words,



that

once

gave me

tenderness

and daily

salvation.



it seems that

it has been

this way

for so

long it

is almost

all that

I can

remember.



it was

the revealing

of my

soul

to your

light.



that now

suddenly

all of

the shadows

of not

knowing

you

are now

all  hidden

away.



only to

leave me

to you

in plain

sight



naked

and trembling

before your

angel

eyes,



and though

different

places

in life

we are now.



I still

wish for

you this.



the journey of

a love

of a

lifetime.



the depth

and emotion

of deep

kisses

that never

end.



the letting

go to

someone

else

without

hesitation.



the answering

to stars.



in a

midnights

summer's

sweat...



"I love you.



and for

you to

embrace

the words

from your

lips..



yes "I

love you

too.

Don't pretend

to be an angel

fallen.

or a star

lost in this

black velvet

night.


I trusted you.

you mistrusted

me. and now

our lives lie

like marbles

rolling in

different

arcs

across your

bedroom floor.


unrehearsed paths

racing each other

to nowhere

imparticular.


emotional outcasts

thrown from

our brief existence

to love's oblivion,


with no

future and

barely a past in

sight.


And in the

morning  light

we are not

what we intended

nor promised to

each other to  be,

we are so

much less.


clowns with masks

broken in two.

rainbows only

bleeding black

and white,

shadows of

what we

used to be ,

seeds never

taking root

in love.

You traitor,

black haired

pirate

to my

heart,

leaving my

soul empty

blue,

blind to

even faith.


and it is

going to

be a day

that I

must say no

to the

morning.

sky looking

to spit over

these colonial

hills and

memories

of you.


that lie

like a raggedy Anne

doll with a

black cold

dead expression

upon it's

face.

now standing

next to

this iron

laid railroad

line.


I will lose

myself

again

in you,


in the  

next beggar's

town that this

track

will carry

me to.

unraveling

before my

eyes ,


in this

tangled yarn

kind of day.

Siren love

quench my

thirst,

roll over

and under

me,

bring life

to my

fields

of green,


give me

pleasure

as I

lay upon

you.


etch your

markings

on the

sandstone

rock

over a thousand

of years

of time.


spray my

face with

salt

on my skin,



to give

my body

a calico

shimmer

in the

summer

light..


let me

splash

and dance

in your

spirit.


let me

fall

hard

after

I have

drank

a case

of you.


carry me.

always

in this

magical spirit

of you..


Hold your
breath in

trust in me.

let my
words
pour over
you.

and quench
your thirst.

with innocence
and grace.

let my
desires
melt
upon
your lips.

and your
passions
kindle
fire in
my every
bone.

let our
tongues
lie in
silence
exhausted.

and our
dreams
no longer

abandoned
in the
night.

let us
pass
through
these
moments ,

of growing
old.

naked
unafraid.

raging to
the night.

for one
more
moment

of us.

Carry
me weary
to the
boat
my friend

and then
ferry me
true
to the
other side,

empty my
pockets
of hoard
and greed.

that at

times made

me petty

and blind.


sing me

my story

anthem.

pay the
Ferryman

his due.

bleed me
out of
sin and
doubt.

color me
the pauper
the lion

the father

the husband
all true.

stay with
me awhile,

then release
my tired
and fragile

bones
to dust.

and let
me
forever

hold
your
smile.

dear.

Carry
me weary
to the
boat
my friend

and then
ferry me
true
to the
other side,

empty my
pockets
of hoard
and greed.

that at

times made

me petty

and blind.


sing me

my story

anthem.

pay the
Ferryman

his due.

bleed me
out of
sin and
doubt.

color me
the pauper
the lion

the father

the husband
all true.

stay with
me awhile,

then release
my tired
and fragile

bones
to dust.

and let
me
forever

hold
your
smile.

dear.

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.

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.

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.

I take
her hand
trembling.

tide going
out.

all the

secrets
of her

marriage
will be
no longer
hidden.

safe in
harbor
shores.

her life
exposed
to the
pain

the sorrow,
the love

will be

like broken

seashells

thrown upon

this beach.

lost.

never to

be put

back together
again.

her
beauty
still
at hand.

like rose
pedals
reaching for
the new
mornings
light.

she knows
not where
to begin.

lovers from
her past
scurry
about her
thoughts,


like wild
dogs
looking
for scraps
of red

tender

meat.

but she
will have
none of it.

but it
is time,

to begin
her new

life without
him.

I take
her hand
trembling.

tide is going
out.

all the

secrets
of her

marriage
will be
no longer
hidden.

safe in
harbor
shores.

her life
exposed
to the
pain

the sorrow,
the love

will be

like broken

seashells

thrown upon

this beach.

lost.

never to

be put

back together

again.

her
beauty
still
at hand.

like rose
pedals

without

the sunlight

to guide

them,

she knows
not where
to begin.

lovers from
her past
scurry
about her
thoughts,


like wild
dogs
looking
for scraps
of red

tender

meat.

but she
will have
none of it.

because she

knows  it
is time,

to begin
her new

life without
him.

Till
the end

of stars,

and deep

dark places.

lean
on me.

baptize
yourself
in a
piece of
sky,

and I
will hear
your
prayers.

roll down
a meadow
hill as
a child
of our
mother
earth.

and
I will
celebrate
in your
laughter.

lie down
to dream
at night
and whisper
all your
doubts
and trials
by fire.

and my
soul will
be your
pillow
and keep
your whispers

safe.

we do
not strive.

we are.

we do
not see
with our
eyes
we dance
naked
in our
spirits.

to know
the difference.

of black
and white.

to cry
and mean
it.

to love
and be
true
to it.

at all
costs.

like river
reflecting
sky.

grain to
earth.

life
to death.

we are
of this
place

for the
beating
of a heart.

for the
failing light
on a
horizon"s
line.

and I
thank
God.

for meeting
you.

and for the
poems
that I
write
you

tonight.

Tonight,

surrender
your head
on my

pirate belly,

and

let me
taste and
grow drunk

on your
mouths cheap

lipstick
of desire.

and let me

bleed

dry at the

mercy of
your talons

and deep
caress.

remind me
of my cast

when I was
a child.

when  my
skin
was new,

and my
thoughts
were
pure.

harbor
my soul
still.

give it
rest
and
refuge

from it's

weary
wonderings.

then
bury me
deep,

in your
eyes of
golden
hue.


and tanned

***** of

virtue long

forgotten.


and I

will be this

moment for

you

of all you

can imagine,


and you will

be my lover

but not ever


to abandon me

again.

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.

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 neighbor next
door 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.

Still feel

your angry
gypsy

nails

buried in

hopelessness

in my back.

they are

just hole

in the wall

reminders

that I will

never be

invincible

to broken

down love

love affairs.

or ever go

riding off into

the sunset

on the painted

ponies of

your dreams.


or what do

the poets call it

when only

one of you

is in love?


and one

of the ponies

had to

be shot

somewhere

along the

way.


maybe it is

an illusion

that two

people are

truly made

for each other.


I know your

not Barbie

did you ever

see me

as Ken?


or were you

just a left over

thought today

that passed

through my

head on

the way to

somewhere else.


like looking down

and suddenly

realizing that

my shoes


are untied.

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.

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.

With our love
what I have
found and what I
have left
behind,

we are
the sum total
of everything
in my
universe.

that night
you walked
away in
shadows
like a stray
alley cat off
to look for
a tasty morsel.

and I was all
for the less
for it,

and you
have wandered
in and
out of
half empty
beds every since,

even back into
mine now
and then.

drunk in
the night
wondering
when anything
good might
come out
of this.

and now
30 years
of our love
has left
you,

and the color
of your
amber eyes
have gone
dark.

but you were
a child once,

and then
you grew
it all away
to runaway
from all
consequences.

and my arms
that just
wanted to
hold you.

and love.

now  time
is not
your friend
anymore

and our love
has left
your bones
cold and
old.

and what
will become
of you..

only God
surely knows.

I was a

lost boy

toy soldier

from her

life.



lying still

after the

final conflict,



bleeding regret,

ready to let

the earth

soak me

down.



a fool's

look painted

on my face,



crimson cheeks

wallaby eyes.

a heartless

shell of

circumstance.



barely taking

last breaths

between

love's nowhere

shadows.

.

glory lost.



bound

only to

where

bad lovers

go to die.



to where

lover's skeletons

have been

picked clean

to the

bone.



and lies

and deceit

have rotten

their eyes.

I was a

lost boy

toy soldier

from her

life.


lying still

after the

final conflict,


bleeding regret,

ready to let

the earth

soak me

down.


a fool's

look painted

on my face,


crimson cheeks

wallaby eyes.

a heartless

shell of

circumstance.


barely taking

last breaths

between

love's nowhere

shadows.

.
glory lost.


bound

only to

where

bad lovers

go to die.


to where

lover's skeletons

have been

picked clean

to the

bone.


and lies

and deceit

have rotten

their eyes.

without glory

or any chance

of redemption.

and I wonder

now..

do you even

remember my

name.

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.

Your turn

my bones

to dust.


without a

thought or

consequence.


and no

matter how

many times

I make

love to

you ,


you always get

up from

our bed

leave.


and days

later I

can still

feel your

teeth

in my

chest

as I

breathe.


and I

fear my

punctured heart

is losing air.


but that

is never a

concern for

you.


only myself

and your

stable of

one night

lovers.


who share

the marks

of the

beast with

me as well.


and the

unholy feeling

that our souls

have been

eaten alive.


and our

eyes have

been

torn out

and hurled

through the

face of

the sun...

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.






©

Your kisses

I feel

in my

bones.


The juice

of your

mouth

quenches

my thirst

of you

as I

run my

tongue

deep into

your

open

mouth.


then quick

flicks

of your

tongue

melt upon

my neck

as you run

your body

naked over me.


and in

a moment's

eye,

I realize

I have never

been kissed

before.


not like

this.


naked

with you.


on this

Saturday

afternoon.


no limits

no pretending

to be

afraid.


only truth

and the rhythm

of your

body on

me,


and the

gentle

whispers

of our

open

hearts

as one.

And love

is a crooked

rainbow in

your eyes,


and my

seed is a

drink of

nourishment

between your

thighs.


and we

love deep

and often,


and we

inhale and

exhale  into

one another,


with the

beauty of

the  ocean tide

kissing

shore.


and the

rhythm of

my tongue on

the edges

of your

sweet pink

***** lips.


sings to

the heavenly

night.


where there

is only

you and I.


and only our

love and

passion

and wet

sticky

midnight

sheets.


but unlike your

false conquests

before me


I will never

be done

with you.


nor the

thirst of

you in

my soul.


*******

at the peak

point of

the feeling inside

you,


blessing the

crooked

rainbows

in your

eyes.



naked in

the night.

I will

find you


over and

over again.

Once I believed

that happiness

was you and I

dancing riding across

white popcorn skies.



sometime ago

I lost that

dream.



and now If you

stay for

a moment

and watch with

the stealth

of an alley cat

over an evening

gopher hole,



you will see

too that there

is nothing

if not a

belly full

of lies

in her eyes.



what was once

will never

be again.



tear and burn

her wedding

dress black,



and then

hold its memories

down in

the river

to their

last breath.



drown



all of it's

promises in

this night.



Her deep

kisses now

become no more

than places

where old men

bury their

souls.



I met her

a life time ago.



now all that

is left of me.



is a hole through

the back of my

heart.



now for me



love is a dungeon

with a dragon

glistening   and cold

sleeping inside.



and broken

white stallions

with saddles

lying empty

in the dark.



fallen reminders

of a dream

of white popcorn skies

and you.

it wasn't
till I first
saw you,

that I
first held
forever
in my
eyes.

a hard
choice of
reality,

a deep dive
into all
that was
unknown
to me.

it was
a hole
in my
soul
bled dry,

of doubt
and innocence.

a celestrial
rainbow across
my sight,
with only
the color
of two.

and then
the mating
to one

tonight.

It is

warmer

where you

are,



I can

feel it.



there is

such depth

in your

eyes

your life.



I can

see it.



a wife

a mother

a child

of God.



you have

this grace

about you,



like the

keys

on a piano,



all  in their

perfect place

to one another.



all in

tune



you are

music

to all who

see you.



and to

you we

sing.



as you

dance on

by  we

celebrate

all that

is you.



and even

for a moment



it was

good

to see your

smile

today.



it seemed

to give

meaning

to everything

else around

me.



and I



in a peaceful

moment,



I smiled,

as if in

a dream...

Crinkled smiles,

leftover

******* jacks

buried deep

between my

couch"s

hot leather

cushions.


sticky fingers,

still moistened

from safari

adventures

from head

to toes.


chests rising

trying to

find balance

by taking in

big gulps

of air..


making love

with you

spontaneously

again and

again

on a sunday

afternoon.


is like going

to the

circus when

I was a child

.
big tops,

lots of goodies.

wild animals

dancing..

and carnival rides

that take

my breath

away.......

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.