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.
.

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.

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.

Once
I tried
to build
fragile,

tender
crossed
bridges
there
to your
eyes.

I slipped
and fell.

and now
if I
could be
anywhere,


lying
there
in the
shape
of your
heart.

is where
I would
be.

skipping
off to
you.

our sunday
morning
best

tracked
across
our bedroom
floor,

unbuttoned
unashamed,

calico cat
passioned
smiles

running
true and
hungry,
across
our face.

under cool
persian silk
blankets
on our
bed.

we would
be every
where.

instead of
buried
here
in this

cross-eyed
point of
view.

sometimes
I feel
so stupid
just standing
round.

when just
yesterday.

your moment

passed
me by...

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.

(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....

Lying next
to you.

God
blesses me
wakes me
this morning.

another day
of grace.

of loving
you.

full wet
deep
kisses,

hand in
hand
moments
at the
grocery
store.

honored
witnesses
of our
children
growing
old
before
our eyes.

lying naked
exhausted
to all
hours on
a Sunday
afternoon.

taste
of you
always
on my
lips.

a prayer
for
you
always
upon
my heart.

and the
rhythm
of my days
is the
movement
of your
breath,

and ordinary
is not
a place
for us.

and forever
is always
our Heavenly
Father's
gift of

this one
moment

that I
share
with you.

(8/11/17)

Each day
with you
memories
fall
into our
eyes,

leaving me
with hopes
and angel's
debts,

phantom
sighs of
you
and I,

echos
through my
heart
and mind.

legs
entwined
under
cool
sheets
of our
bed

open arms
of love
and satisfaction
feed our
empty
souls

tonight.

and all
before
you

is the sum
of all
in my
life

that was
never
done.

lover's
skeletons
hung in
up stair
closets

forever
hid from
view.,

lust filled
dogs
of my
youth
running
scared

and
naked
through
my life"s

back
streets.

but now I
surrender,

all that I
am to

you.

There are
stairs in
your opal
eyes,

that I fall
down every
now and
then.

wide eyed
expression
on my
face.

that shows
this rolling
stone
you are
where I
was always
suppose
to land.

it is
not that
a rolling
stone
gathers
no moss,

it is
a rolling
stone,

if it
is lucky
and it
loves with
all of it's
heart

it finds
you..

You have
shown
me that,

marriage is
a light
to better
see myself
it hides
nothing
in shadow.

it is
a morning
star
to set
my path
upon,

and without
question,

my marriage
to you
with God's
guidance,

has been
the foundation
of all
that I
have
become,

and I
the slippers
that gently
fits upon
your
delicate
feet,

and my
heart
the gold
at the
end
of the
rainbow,

that you
wished
upon
as a
child.

and our
children
have been
the blessings
that God
has given
us in loving
care,

to be
together
for eternity
as a
family
of one,

and in
my dreams
I chase
your smile,

and in
my waking
hours
I dream
your kiss.

and in
all the times
between,

I carry
inside me
your whispers
from the
thousand
times
that we
lie

naked in
our bed.

and like
angels
sighing

we  love.

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........

(on a day when patty was ill)

And I will
sit diligently
and fill  these
moments with
prudence and
salvation,

in the empty chair
next to
your bed.

I will tend to you
as a garden
inside my heart
and let
your roots
grow deep,

and in
the moments
that you sleep.

I will dream
of you,

with you
until
you awake.

and you
are well.

and in a
moment that
you might stir

you will
always open
your eyes
to find me
there.

(2/4/13)

my thoughts
of you
cover me
like a
deep dream
that I
never
want
to leave

or awake
from.

the lingering
memory
of the
taste
of your
lips on
mine,

is like
the first
drops
of rain
upon
a meadow,

and my
thirst
for you
is great.

and my
calling
to your
soul
is true.

and with
each
day's
end

I pray
for one
more
moment
with you.

where the
sun is
brighter
the yearning
for love
is greater,

and the
ache
of my
body
against
yours

is felt
with every
breath that
I take,

and to
know this

this one
moment
with you

is everything.....

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,

loves
children
in his

eyes..

Behind the
innocence
of your
morning
smile,

I find
peace,

and in
the feeling
of your
gentle
breathing
as you
awake,

with your
face
pressed
close
against
my chest,

I find hope.

to begin
another day,

to worship
you another
moment,

and the
falling
of stars
in your
eyes
at dawn

captivates
me like,

a fire
moth
drawn
to a
****** flame.

and the
eternity
in your
kiss
overwhelms
me,

like lightning
exploding
across
a hot
indian
summer
sky.

and as I
lie in your
arms I
know,

all that will
ever
become
of me,

is written
in  God's
hand,

in this
morning
glimmer

in your
eyes.

and in the
angel touch
of your
heart,

and in
the holy
baptism
of your
soul as
it lies
this
morning

with mine.

the universe poem

we laugh
and dance
under
the same
sky,

we share
the same
blood
,

in the
children
that we
raise,

gifts from
heaven
given
in great
faith,

from God
to the
mother
to the
father,

to our
hearts
and souls.

the reflection
of our
youth
in their
eyes,

the promise
of our
future in
their days
to come.


they grow
and take
with them
all that
is me
and all that

is you.

but the best
parts
will be
mostly of
you,

because
you are
the center
of our
universe,

and to
you we
will always
love.

like clouds
to sky,

stars to
black.

without
you.

we would

surly die.






i

(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.

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

sacred
innocent,

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

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

I feel you
everywhere.

you are the
sum of
all things,

the angel
of mercy of
this coal
black sky

tonight.

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...

Within the
pages and
words of
the books
of our
lives,

our days
are marked
in it's
creases,
and
puppy ear
tagged
pages,

I live

between
the deep
breaths of
your soul,

and the
gentle
touch
of your
lips upon
mine.

when
we first
awake.

and then
every
morning
I remember.

the God
send
memory of
a wink
of an
eye,

from so
many
magical
nights ago.

when you
simply said

"yes you
will be
my wife...)

and I think
of you
amongst
the falling
rain,

every
drop nourishes
within me
a dangling
thought that
I have
of you.

my heart
beats to
the rhythm
of your smile
and dances
to the  sound
of your
laughter
on this Sunday
morning.

and my sighs
ache to the
echo of your
desires as
you move
across our
bed.

diminishing
the passages
and space
between us,

revealing the
reflections of
ourselves,

the wizards
inside us
revealed with
the curtains
of our hearts
fully withdrawn.
on this Sunday
morning rain
with you..

afternoon thoughts 2/28

and I
will lay
me down
under the
isles of
your smiles,

and reach up
to your eyes
and sing to
your soul.
and beg to
your reason,
and dance
within
your circumstance
over and
over again.

like waves
making love
on some
distant shore,

I bend and
breach upon
you deep
and full,
bringing down
thunder upon
your crests.

and then
retreating still
to deep waters.
to fall in
love with
your smile
all over
again.

afternoon thoughts  3/17

and the
restlessness
of your eyes,
and the
sudden stir
of your hearts
beating.
finds me
here beside
you a captive
to your
smile.

no boundaries
to hinder me
no fences to
be mend,

innocence
of first kisses,
and the
surrendering
of old friends.

I could
not bathe
here alone
without
you.

find solace
'in my mid
day tub.

kick my
tired socks
off
to the
laundry,

without
us to
massage
each others
feet.

taste the
droplets
of nectar
from your
full blossom
*******.

feel your
naked
hips lie
back
close between
my legs.

and then
to arise
from our
tub
in pleasure,

and sun
dry
upon our
bed.

as this
mid day
ritual has
become
us.

we smile.

and to
it we
daily

run.

Hardly to
notice the
eggs
popping
mercy
in the
frying
pan,

wrapped
inside
your arms
in our
heavenly
bed,

nowhere else
in the
universe
our hearts
want to
be.

so let's
back up,
and throw
the day
away,

to us,
and piles
and piles
of hugs and
wet wet
kisses,

the kind
that take
our breath
away.

put on
your sun
dresses
honey,

and
I'll put
my sunglasses
on,

whoops gas
company
is calling
some
bill long
over
due.

could
care
less I
have
got all
the warmth
I will
ever need

right here
in your
arms

tonight...

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.

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.

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.

Her cellophane
kisses.

the ones that
would lose
interest,

somewhere
between
"I love you,"
and "I love
you too."

the fights
for the
extra
pillow ,

that started
around
midnight
and then
continued

twelve
thirteen
rounds
into night.

rarely

ending
in a no
decision.

always
someone
had to
win and
somebody
had to
lose.

which in
hindsight
really said
so much
more about
us than
less.
.
the *****
dishes
rhythmically
floating
top side
in the
kitchen sink.

*******
pots and
pans,

lying around
like battle
ships stationed
in some
Pacific
harbor.

waiting
patiently
for the
Japanese
zeros to
attack.

and then
one day

they did.

odd to
think about
what we
leave
behind.

and sadly
what was
never
there

to begin
with.

Tangled
conversations
between us,

cage the
indigo tiger
in your eyes,

send it
back
to hell.

wash our
souls
with honey

from ripe blossoms
from under this
black salt and
pepper sky.

my rights
over your
wrongs.

immovable
objects
crashing

trying to

draw new first

blood with

every word said

tearing old

wounds.


and all of
the while
we have
been alone.

we have
been together.

I will
never lose
sight of
you.

candy shop
eyes,

your full breast
pillow chest
between
my face.

even in
our open
wound  
differences,

I will
never
get
enough
of you.

and I

know I am

destined

to starve

and I will

starve.......

in whatever

love might

come.

nothing left
to hide
nothing left
to give,

life and love
have stripped
and mined it
all away
from me,

and time
has consumed.
all the
tidbits  of
me that
might at
one time
or another
been yummy
or satisfying,

to her or
them or
whatever.

and still
almost
not by choice
have all
the pieces
in my life
still miraculously
fallen in
together

to this.

I love you.

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.

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.

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.

Your laughter
beckons me
like a call
of the wind
to a distant
ocean cloud,

it moves
me to
laughter
as well
and for
a moment
we are
one.

and it
is warm
and soft
and stirs
my dreams
to wander.

all in
this moments
passing,

and then
it is
gone,

and the
sky is
empty
again.

but then
the morning
comes..

at first
light the
sun hurries
to find
your eyes,

the wind
rushes to
touch
your face,

and I
hope to
catch your
smile
somewhere
in your
busy day.

if only
for a moment
that seems
to embrace
eternity,

something that
I cannot
forget,
but cherish.

and dream
upon,

and I
am always
the better
for it.

and though
you might
hardly
notice

I am
grateful
for the
moment.

a single
moment

of you.

Know.
this.

I have
the same
dreams,

I feel
the same
change
of seasons
and need
for restless
walks..

I hunger
for the
same
desires
and union
of souls.


and I
will find
you .

in the
wind.

in ancient
spirit
calls..

in diamond
speckled
skies
at night.

know this.

from
this moment
on I  will
hold
closer
still in

the sunrise
when I
first awake.

and sigh....

A time

under a
falling
sky,

within
your
arms,

against
your tender
*******,

I listen
to the
calling
of your
heart
at this
exact
moment.

and the
hundred
hues of
this water
color sky

that surrounds
you.

and your
sun lite
sapphire
hairs run
like a
thousand
streaks
of light
across the
sun,

and I
lie under
you,

and our
body
movements
are deep
and with
full conviction
and lover's
confessions,

nothing
held back
or desires
tempered
to waste....

a poetry
moment
of souls

we love.

To look
at you

is catching
a glimpse
of paradise
in a
bottle.

the sharp
angles
of your
face,

defining
me with
a turn
of your
head.

and I
always
trust
your smile,

like falling
from
the sky
without
wings.

I know
you will
always
be there.

to rise
me up
to see
your face
again.

in this
paradise
of a
moment
with you.

that now
my life is
built
upon.

and  between  
a blink
of your
eyes,

I fall
again.

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.

You have
stopped
me to
dream
here
for a
moment
with you,

a precious
moment
of love
and spiritual
wisdom.

and for
the taking
you might
have my
spirit
to carry
with you
throughout
your days,

and in
that moment
we will
be in
union
through
out all
of the
dreams of
time,

a God
filled
shadow to
one another.

where we
will bathe
in pale
moon light,

and dance
in the
joys of
what dreams
will come.


a shadow
dream
where we
will always
find,

truth of
spirit,
love of
heart,

and two
souls
that will
always
dance and
sing as

one.

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...

Walking

to the
places
that are
your day,

let me
see them
through
your eyes.

and hold
them and
understand
them as
you might.

let me
walk your
path in
the harmony
that is
you.

and dance
upon the
smiles that
you meet.

because you
in any day
would be
a blessing
at first
sight.

a timing
of goodness
and peace.

because
that is
what
I feel
whenever
I see you
in clouds.

it is
in your
nature.

so many
great things.

and I
want to
discover
them as
a child
all over
again with
you..

so that I
maybe
familiar
with them
too,

as I take
these simple
steps in
my day

of find
you and
be closer

to where
your canopy
dreams

lie.

To look
at you

is catching
a glimpse
of paradise
in a
bottle,

and then
to drink
it dry
in a single
swirl.

the sharp
angles
of your
face,

defining
me with
a turn
of your
head.

and I
always
trust
your smile,

like falling
from
the sky
without
wings.

I know
you will
always
be there.

to rise
me up
to see
your face
again.

in this
paradise
of a
moment
with you.

that a
life is
built
upon.

and  between  
a blink
of your
eyes,

I fall
again.

At first
meeting,

You have
stopped
me to
dream
here
for a
moment
with you,

a precious
moment
of kindred
spirits,
and spiritual
wisdom.

and for
the taking
you might
have my
spirit
to carry
with you
throughout
your days,

and in
that moment
we will
be in
union
through
out all
of the
dreams of
time,

a God
filled
shadow to
one another.

where we
will bathe
in pale
moon light,

and dance
in the
joys of
what dreams
will come.


a shadow
dream
where we
will always
find,

truth of
spirit,
love of
heart,

and two
souls
that will
always
dance and
sing as

one.

I awake
to the
morning
dawn
to serve
you,

my prayers
to the
sunrise
echo of
you,

and the
troubled
roads that
you  may
find on
your way .


I lie
down
before
you.

I take
back  the
jagged
stones that
rise to
cut your
feet,

that lie like
pirate
robbers
in wait
along
your path.

I lay
smooth
the brown
rubble
stones
of doubt
and fear
that rise
to blind
your eyes,

and shatter
your dreams
to the
earth like
broken
shards
of glass.

and at
days end,

I sit
to wash
your feet
and kiss
your smile

and shed
the sin
and misled
promises
of life
from your
dreams,

that this
broken
world has
laid
upon you.

so in
this journey
you are
never alone.

and I
will always
be the
one who
kneels
and
awaits
patiently
for you.

till the
sun runs
out of
light,

till your
weary
bones
grow tired
and dry.

and retire
to their
final rest,

till the
end of
the road
is done.

till the
colors in
your eyes
all run
dry.

Today as
I listened
to you I
witnessed
God bleed,

in an isle
at a local
market,


and all
color
fell
from the
sky.

and I listened
to you
with all
of my might.

and I
was suddenly
a poet
of small
things,

and a
messenger
of skeleton
words.

a thrower
of bricks
through
the  looking
glass window.

and for
a moment
I lost
all-purpose.

I was
there
you were
there,

and we
were a
great gift
to one
another
that no one
else could
see.

and I
was looking
at you,

and suddenly
you knew
and I knew,

and God
touched
us with
a great truth,

and suddenly
my whole
universe was
right with
you there.

right
between
the eyes.

In the
birth of
the morning
light,

I would hold
your smile
with all
of my might,

all of my cards
of life and
fairy tail
dreams
on the table.

for you
to turn
over as
you wish.

I offer
to you
my scars to
heal,

and I can
see that
in your
eyes.

that forever
begins with
this moment
now,

your laughter
like
sunlight
as it falls
over me.

and I
am warm
I am
vulnerable
to you,

and for the
first time
in a long
time.

I have
so many
questions
of myself.

of this
first meeting
this first
hello.

and Santa Barbara
is in your
eyes,

and now it
is there
that I
forever want
to be.

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.

Tonight there is

a small

crease in
my tapestry
of memories
of you.

and all this
night has
left to
offer is this
irish coffee
spilling chilled
off my
plate,

my love
for you
'now is
like a old
garment
that hangs
from me
like a dead man's
jacket 6 years
after his
wake,

and the
phone rings
off-key
and the sound
of silence
grates my
very essence,

like a
thousand
knives bleeding
me thin.

because  I am
neither
here or
there to
you.

not right
not wrong.

just a poor
attempt at
a masterpiece
that once

was us...

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.

Empty out

my heart,

love's over

time to

go home.


retreat to the

silence of the

empty night

that is no longer

filled with you.


pull out a

sling shot

from my back

pocket and shoot

out the light

of the moon,


that every night

I would  see

reflected

in your eyes.


don't know

how I will ever

get over that.


pirate  dancer,

highway stagecoach

robber.


right before

my eyes

my life pages

burning,


and I can't stop

them revealing

in their fire's light,


the plain simple

truth, over

and over

again.


you don't

love me

anymore.


and the

lonely consequence

of that is

I am going

to miss you,

with this

hole in

my heart


for the rest

of my life.

.

She gave so little,


towards the

end of our

relationship.


I felt like a pigeon,


you know the kind

the ones in her

kaleidoscope life

that all

look alike,


all at the park

begging for

scraps.


scraps of

her time,

scraps of

her emotions

scraps of

her life.


it is a

sad reality

to realize your

eating leftovers

from  someone else's

hand,


and that there

is nothing you

can do about it.


the time has run out

your wings have

been clipped,


now it is

just a matter

of time before

the big fat

Chelsea cat

catches you

out in the open


and puts yours

eyes to dead.


but once you

wrote poetry

for her eyes

only,


and you looked

at the moon even

though she

was thousands of  

miles away.


and then

she trapped

you in a park

began feeding

you little pieces

of her heart.


all the while

she was just

fattening you

up for the

big cat's dinner.


the moment right after

her goodbye,


the moment

love

hit you right

between the

eyes.