man on a beach

I think you’re just strong
You smoke, so maybe your lungs
Are a little weak, but you don’t flinch
When you tell how you carried rejection
Uphill. You fiercely took on the wind
When we bladed downhill
At 5am.
Physically you’re greater than me.
You have light brown eyes that are smooth
Mellow chocolate and I could be scared by you
But your aggression isn’t so much a lie
As a tattoo you wear that looks painful and tough
Yet is delicate and sensual.
Your eyelashes sweep the night air
Causing the waves before us.
I think you’re strong.
And the smell of your skin I am yet
To discover. I think I already know
Your arms, you give me them in
Your words.
I think I already know you,
Since you became the daytime memory
Of my moonlit love.

If

If only

We’d made sunset
Maybe as the day disappeared
From view, so would the news
You told me on the way there would
Too.

If only

We’d lived in the moment
Between hoping and knowing
We could have enjoyed the peace
And bliss of innocence

caramel comfort

The quiet passion
That cuddles around my shoulder
Cloaking me in warm
Is not unlike the comforter draper around
My heart you tucked me in with, the morning
You met me.
The passion is less fierce as the raging fires
You started with paint stripper
And the gas in your truck.
This fuel is slow burning and made
From melted butter.
Its honey, and warm butterscotch
Baking bread scented and drips of vanilla
Caramel.
I’m smiling because this passion
Is forever. Moving through my veins
With less courage and less determination
Than the need I felt with you
But just as strong, just as long lasting
And true.

stripped

Further and further
With every word you laid out so heavily
Punctuating periods of thick silence,
It was hard to breathe at times
Knowing not where the land was
Quiet beneath the ocean beside you.
We floated there for a whole Moment
Deeper and deeper
With who knows, and whether;
Hugging what ifs
And when.

The aroma of the freedom you feel
In being so open, was so heady
I lost myself twice, and touched timeless
It was the only thing I could do
To catch my breathe,
Hanging up on you.

The ease with which you stripped me
while you shed your own verbal armor
Was so disarming I gladly stood
Exposed for you, for there is so much
I still cannot see, even though I see
You entirely before me

You stand, wearing nothing and yet hiding
Everything. How come?

U beckon me to you
With a smile somewhere inside your dark brow
Behind your dark lashes
Your breathe is long in motion slow
And a bead of water falls to your lip
Are you going to kiss me
With one more word
With one more thought
With one more way to show how confident you are
To be free
Inviting me to fall
Further and further
With every word
Down deeper
And closer
To a place
Even you
Yourself
Don’t
Yet
Know?

I only hope so.

nightlight

Give me freedom
Let me go
Yet squeeze me tight
And leave the Light on.

Don’t wait up
I’m chasing stars
Don’t worry I’m fine
Just leave the Light on

I’m taking off,
Say Bon Voyage
I’ll find my way thru the night
If the Light’s on.

I’m yours?

OK. You can be mine too
If you stand by my side
With the courage to grow
Even if it leads away from me
If we can speak in silences
And toast marshmallow
Over warm dreams
And talk
Simply
Yet
deep
about anything, everything and nothing.

I shall always give you freedom
And I let you go

That’s why we are soul-mates
You squeeze me tight
When its dark and all through the night
You Leave the Light
On

eyes of an artist

so deceiving
it coulda been someone else
who held me on the phone for hours last night
in ten whole minutes.

His voice was thick red velvet curtains
And yet here, now, before me
Velcro blinds, a cut and copy cardboard cutout
Of the shadow shone last night..

..I knew I chanced fate
And slipped myself a hook
The line was a good one
And sinker, I saw myself
Trying to reach for air
Finding any joke I could
To hide the fact I was disappointed

Your voice did not match what
I heard last night.

Do you speak in misplaced
Truth? I wonder since the rich silence
I heard on the phone, is now broken
By bottle cap shards and s
Syncopated snapshots of your smile
And the glowing embers of the vowels
He left imprinted on my digital audio tape.

I'm checking to see if it was you.
And somehow, through the magic of technology
I think it is.
I just somehow heard you differently.

My ears are such artists

They paint your words in spring bud shades
And add vibrant color to the autumn
Way your thoughts fall.
And somehow I hear you beautiful,
Where my eyes see you
Aren’t at all.

And once more I punish my senses
For judging through the color of my own
Winter eyes.

No wonder it gets so bitter cold here
And why it’s no surprise
I reach for the peace
Of summer when it’s just too hot
To cry, and just to late even try
To wear yet one more
Fake disguise.

Our Seasons

I know u have a lover now
and you're busy a lot
learning deep valuable lessons
moving in time with each others darkness

throbbing over a painful word
an aching trigger
and a moment when you're One.

I know time is different now
because you're a different Us
a new 'we'

but I miss being around you
knowing you
watching a tv series, in episodic order

I thought we were linear too
but I keep going back to our First Season
when we didn't know much about our characters

when the drama thrust us into new places
and each other
and we were left on a cliffhanger

We always said when moving into season 2
destroy the set
I guess I did

u still live there
but it's all different now
Let me know when you're ready for Season 3

or if they're canceling the show
for a spin off.