Can’t Get Next To You**

There are words
that rummage constantly
through my head;
sad, shadowy words
filled with a dark void;
malevolent words that stab you
when your back is turned;
or staring at you
eye to eye.
It’s ironic too,
cause even with crossing a roaring river
filled with liquid fire,
I can’t get next to you.
I can’t get next to you
and I am covered
in the singed sweat of alone-ness;
where the hues of Autumn
embrace Winter’s barren-ness,
its blank, hypnotic
pull of death.

Aztec Warrior 11.20.15

I Am Loseing Myself In Your Words

I love your words.
I often find myself lost in them,
wandering around,
watching them floating
in crystalline, Spring like pools
their colors blazing
like a mid day sun,
yet tasting like honeysuckle
as they roll off my tongue.
I love your words.

I love your words.
Enticingly exotic
syllables of Blue Orchids
scenting the jungle
in dawn’s early light,
yet lingering and weaving
themselves into Summer’s breeze.
Gentle words, yet sultry with
the rage of passion’s fire.
I love your words.

I love your words.
Warm, welcoming,
they speak to each other,
laughing at the intricacies
of life while
playfully teasing reality
with fantasy’s mystique,
with their letters littering
and blowing in the wind.
I love your words.
*
I love your words.
They dance with me,
swirling in my mind,
holding me close
blowing whispers warmly in my ear
making me feel young, alive.
One day, we will die.
The sun will swallow the earth
into oblivion. The stars will disappear.
But, I am in love with your words. Okay!

Aztec Warrior 11.21.15
Note: the idea for the last 4 lines
in this poem came from the movie,
“The Fault In Our Stars”.