Sometimes

at night

I wake

with a

mad man's

torn and

bitter soul.


and a

mad man's

hard and

tempered

heart.


it is here

that the

years

have carried

me ashore.


to all these

unanswered

questions

of life's

struggles.


all of

the people

around me

who have

been stained

by their

tears of love

as they

come and

go.


as they

come and

go.


but not

you,


a rekindled spark

is in

your eyes.


you have

settled here.


and there

is a calm

wake upon

the water

that is

all around

you


and you

move in

rhythm

with him

in your

heart and

mind,


and God as

your witness


on your

wedding day,


love will

make you an

angel of

innocence

again,


and you

will fall

like natures

******

snow upon

a Colorado

field.


to cover

your love


from life's

cold winters

night


to arise

in spring


renewed.


with your

lover's

first kiss

of morning

upon your

lips ,


and his smile

is inside your

eyes anyone

can see.

in this

tenderest

of moments,


you have

found your


heart again.

You know
the ones
when you
see it  
it becomes
a carnival
ride that
you can
never
get off.

and their
name never
matters,

just the tilt
of their
head,

relationships
without
bad rhymes
or cliches,

and the touch
from their
lips across

your face
over and
over again.

like  electricity
running through
your veins
over and over
again.

rodeo smiles
it was like
the fourth of
july every
moment that
I was with
you,

in our
naked
bed
slumbering
under harvest
moons in

bloom..

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.

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.
.

tonight.

we move
around
each other
in circling
spheres.

of thought.

drawn to
one
another

like children
playing Gods
with the
stars.

running
in and
out of
view.

all the
while
with

eyes
set.

upon
one
other.

in perfect
tune..

arms
reaching
out
for a
beginning
of a dance

that
will
never
end.

and the
thought.

of a
brush
of your
hair

across
my face.

intoxicates me.

as you
stand
perfectly
still,

inside
my mind.

and as
I move
towards
you.

so does

the earth
the moon
and the

stars
collide.

since my
morning smile
has awaken
in your eyes,

my heart has
rolled
over on it's
belly
to expose
it's tender
side to you.

and hopefully
this will
someday be
how it has
always been.

you are here
so full and
simple in these
poems that
I write
to you.

and I
know that
you know
it.

it is
the moment
in time
that we
own,

and now
the hard
places in
my life
quietly in
the black
still of night
melt away

with a simple
hello and

back again.

we embrace
this sky
like two
birds  taking

flight.

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.

Clouds dance

like children

playing in

open blue sky.



and under

them I

day dream

of you

and where you

are and what you

are doing?



it is

the grace of

knowing

you that makes

me think of

you and pray.



that you are

well and

loved deeply

and held close

in the

morning when

you awake.



that your eyes

are bright

and full

of wonder.



just as I

wonder about

you and the

deep sighs

that you

take at

first kiss

on this Thursday

morning



day dreaming

of you.

What has
become of
this moment,


the falling
of hearts
to now
surrender
to uncertain
dreams,

the tremble
of your lower
lip when
you sit
quietly
and contemplate
this fate.

of unconditional
giving and
eternity's
bond.

but it is
fate that
has brought
you here,

and the
open heart
feelings
that you have
searched
for since
you were
a child.

and now
a new
seed
has settled
in your
eyes,

nurtured
in your
soul.

I can see it

every time
you smile
when you
talk
and laugh
about
your new
life to
come.

like that
child
unable
to wait
for Christmas
morning.

the awkward
moment
of a
teenager's
first kiss.

and through

it all I will
celebrate
you..

and the
life
that is
yet to

come.

The colors
of her eyes,
like flowers
dancing
to me
from across
our bed.

no retreat
only unconditional
surrenders.

deep impassioned,
moments without
time.

toes tangled
in fish net
stockings,
deep sea
rumblings
stir our
canopy bed.

this love
I have come
to know
as well
as a baby
to first
breast.

one heart beat
completing
the other"s.

this morning in
the morning
bliss...

you are
everything
to me.

This night
in you,


After Glow

when the

rains come
in the
wink
of an eye,

we crusade
into the black

catching each
droplet
of the wet night
upon our
tongues.

then savoring
the taste
together


deeply sweetly
between our
lips..

seeking our
salvation
humble
and as a
servant
to each other's
souls..

through
cimarron canyon

early morning

grass

we walk


bare toes
in flight.

clouds
swollen
bellies
itching
to give
birth..

and there
behind
your eyes

naked
unafraid,

you
find
me...

(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.

To the end

of the rainbow

and back,


skipping fast

heart racing

with the moon

over the hills

and back again.


yelling at

the ice

cream man

in the
middle
of the street

"stop ! "


staying out

way past dinner,


holding on

to 10 years

old as long

as we  can.


wondering

where in the

world you are.


wondering why

weren't you

in my life

back then.


I wonder

if my dreams

ever

touch your

dreams ,


if my thoughts

ever play hide

and go seek

in the dark

with yours.


I hope

they do.

I hope they

always will.


I know

in the

third grade,


we would

of been

the best

of friends.

As we
scrambled
out the door
this morning
like two
eggs in
a frying
pan,

I woke up
at the
bottom
of your
purse,

smiling
like a tabby
cat from
ear to
ear cause

you finally
took me
too..

amongst the
perfume
samples

and wrappers
of gum

and butter fly
Bobbi pins,

had to
catch my
breath

as you
bee lined
for highway 1

had to
lay on
a pad
of feminine
protection.

grab hold
as I
jumbled
against

the make-up
kit and
the silver
case

of your
I pod
glistening.

but there
I was
right where
I always
wanted
to be,

surrounded
by all

in your
world
you love
most.

and 'wanted'

feels
warm.

"can't do without it !"

feels like
heaven.

here,

in this
everyday

moment

with you...

playing hide

and go seek

under the

covers

with our

birthday

suits on.



praline and cream

ice cream

melting

down the

inside

of your

thighs.



our games

together

are always

playful

and basked

in cardinal

innocence...



and though

morning

will surely

find

us...



we still

hide from

it too...



heart beats

racing

to beat

the dawn...

from the
moment
of the
birth of
the first
threads
of my
breaths,

bleeding
into the
colors of
life.

I was
young
yet pure,

I was
then a
teenager
and wild
I was for
a moment
a young adult
sewing oats,

between the
moments
stolen in
your young
girl smile

and then
the sun
changed
the colors
of my bright
rainbow
hues,

and I
began to
fade into
this color
of white.

gently tattered.
and worn.

from life's
battles and
tender night
embraces...

till this
moment with
you where
each and
every night

you danced to
my thoughts
and threads
unraveling,

and with  you
still wrapped
.
with my love
and soul
around you.

until we
came to this
moment now
before us

the first
morning
without light

and the next
moment
that I

may die
with you.....

What has
become of
this moment
the falling
of hearts
to now
surrender
to uncertain
dreams,

the tremble
of your lower
lip when
you sit
quietly
and contemplate
this fate.

of unconditional
giving and
eternity's
bond.

but it is
fate that
has brought
you here,

and the
open heart
feelings
that you have
searched
for since
you were
a child.

and now
a new
seed
has settled
in your
eyes,

nurtured
in your
soul.

I can see it

every time
you smile
when you
talk
and laugh
about
your new
life to
come.

like that
child
unable
to wait
for Christmas
morning.

the awkward
moment
of a
teenager's
first kiss.

I celebrate
you..

and the
life
that is
yet to

come.

a moments
sigh,

as your
breath breathes.
in and
against
my chest.

we are
like sand
and shore
that have
been carved
and shaped
by one another
into this
moment over
thousand
of years.

but now
to be with
you here
tonight,

is a
testimony
that
we have
always
been together.

before time
before woman
and man.

and yet
now as you
surrender
before me
husband and
wife,

it is
certain and
true to
the stars
that nothing
in this
universe will
ever be
as great

again.

And at
blackest point
of night
when stars
fall to
your angel
eyes,

and the clouds
dance before
you in hues
of black and
blue,

and the
sea stands
before you
a humble
witness
in trust.

kiss the
moon and
be reborn
for a moment
in time.

as truth is
your shadow
and time
is your
fate.

and I will
be the
soul who
applauds
you,

the keeper
of your
smile and
laughter
for a while..

I will
celebrate

you.

and peel
back your
stories of
heart,

and keep
them for
a deep breath
or two
under this
celestial
sky,

and be
the audience
who stands
upon my
feet.

to watch
you from
a far...

and embrace
the miracle
that you
are.

The hunger
of loneliness

and it's
shiny white
pearl teeth,

and cold
chilled
breath

that surrounds
you naked
late
at night,
when

you hear
every sound
for a
hundred
miles
around and

under your
bed.

and every
night
under
starless
skies it's
appetite
lies
unquenched,

so it
returns

to where
it knows

despair and

hopelessness
best.

like a river
flowing
straight
and true
to you.

again
and again

and again
.
returning
to scrape
it's
teeth sharp

and raw
on your
hearts
hollow
bones.

to kiss
gently

with
a lie
upon it's
face..

the
*****

your lover
left
behind

to pray
in the darkness

to dine
with the
devil all

alone.

9 PM
you take
my
breath
away
with
your

tear drop
smile.

your 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
dreams,

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.

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..

Stumbling like

a old fool drunk.



Submerged in

her  smile,



barely keeping breath.

I am a goner...



she is a fisher

of men,



not like Jesus

or peter or paul.



black-eyed Susie

with a club and

a hook and a reel.



she will

chop you up

and spit

you out,



and leave you

bloodied and

lied to from

the start.



you end up

a trophy fish

at best.



cut and displayed

on the butcher's

fancy front

market window.



at 1.99 per pound.


it is

in her nature

to love and fish

and love and

fish some more.


with the taste

of whiskey

between

her soft

white *******

and her siren

sighs nibbling  in

your ears..


you are lost

in her depths,



nothing is right

after the hook

is in.


a dollar ninety-nine

a pound somehow


I thought I

would be

worth a hell

of a lot more

than that.

Find my

words in

your breath,

when a moment

takes your

breath away.


I write

to your

youth,


I write

to the woman

you are

and the

woman

you someday

might be.


the daughter

the wife

the mother

the grandmother,

the beauty

of all time

passing.


and though

always I

will just be a far

away witness,


think not less

of me,

for I have

written to

you, the best

that I can.


without need

without hunger

without pretending

to be anything else

that I am.


and love

seems like

such a

little word.


From a

thousand miles

away

I applaud

you.


as long

and as

loud and

as hard as

I possibly

can.

stars bend

at the sight

of you,


just to be

nearer to

where you

are.


just as you have

bended me.


and I

am so much

the better

for it.


I am so

much more

of everything.

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.

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.

there is
sideways
look in your
eyes,

and pelican
gypsy
thoughts
in your
mind,

like restless
clouds
preparing
to take
flight,

but the
destination
never
is all
that important.

it is
really all
about the
view.

and what
is to
become
of childish
dreams if
I cannot
see them
in your
eyes every
morning.

if just
for a fleeing
moment,

tangled in
our awakening
of truth
and dare.

of back
traced
footsteps
that somehow
left us
here,

with smiles
on our
faces and
friendship
in our
hearts,

like tad
poles
wishing
to be some
thing else.

I am
always
here
in you.

Last night
I had
a toothache
in my
bed ,

and as
if you
felt
it too.

you moved
to cover
me
with
gentle
kisses,

and a
healer's
hand
pressed
against
my cheek.

hours later
as I
awoke,

in our
marriage
bed,

you had
not
given
back
an inch.

as if
trying
with all
of your
might

to take
away
the pain
I was
feeling.

as if
to share
my discomfort
with me.

and like
everything
else

in our
lives
that we
do.

hallelujah.

No longer
caught
between the
struggle for
love and
the loneliness
of a warm
body to
fill your
bed.

love has
come to
take your
hand and
heart
this day.

and make
your spirit
bleed into
the heart
of the other.

and will
your sighs
be heard
deep into
the night
until all
your strength
is gone.

and as
this world
turns one
more time,

will you
christen
the night
with your
tears of
joy.

to be
the bride
you were
always meant
to be.

the wife
to be
cherished
beyond
all else.

and may
love's
dreams
fill your
head and
his arms
be always
there to
hold
you.

like the
two sides
of a rainbow.

one unable
to exist
without

the other.

( for a friend of mine who is slowing passing from a rare brain disease)

It is still

all around

you,



like a black

tar it

clings to

your bones

and hopes.



like a cold

wind it

blows and

echoes

through

your soul.



certainly not

a gift,

but a curse.



incurable

a marking

on your

young life

written on

a wall

in a cavern

deep

inside

yourself.



and sometimes

at blackest

night

it is

a place

you feel

you have

to go.



but I

say this.



"take my

hand and

let us

go this

way other

way instead."

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.

.

He is leaving her

going back

to hide in his

peter pan

music and deep

bottle of boos.



She leans
back
naked
of thought
against
the cobble
berry
******
wall.

her jester
wind
has gone
to dance
in the hair
of some
other would
be lover"s
fool.

the stars
burned
out tonight.

no wishes
falling
in her
eyes.


not a
shred
of her
forever
after
princess dress
left to
mend.


left standing
in the dark
at midnight,

with only
an all

to familiar
Punkin,

and four
large hungry
rats to
feed.

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.

(the **** of a fellow poet of mine...)


I imagine

I was there

helplessly

hoping.


As your

head  bangs

off the

wall,


and your

clothes and

boots are torn

from your body.,


like a

angry child

playing with

a RaggedyAnn

doll.


all the

while I

watch your

shadow struggling

with all

it's might.


for freedom

for salvation

in a stupid

rag doll

kind of way.


but I know

hate  and

destruction

when I see it,


it is a sore

that won't heal,


a maggot that

won't stop

eating,


there down

deep in your

chest,


right next to

broken childhood

memories but

then just

a little left

of broken hearts,


you would

rather forget..


life punched

you right

in the face

and then It

wouldn't get

back off

of you.


and though

tonight

you still

smile your

bubble gum

smile a bit,


and wave

your hand

like a angel

through

your hair.


but the

black truth is

hate has

taken it's

bite.


and it's

teeth were

true and

sharp and

afterward

drenched in

crimson red.


and now

unfortunately

you understand

far too well,


that  forever

means something

different to

each of us.

A secret
passed

given in
confidence
of heart

from you
to me.

confided
in trust,

held with
a mother's
care.

the guard
has been
set.

boundaries
defined.

seasons
to follow
to be

tended
with grace.

souls to
be harvested
not wasted
to seed.

a child to
dance

by songs

of you..

and under
every  
moon"s ripe
bellied
womb.

from
here to
eternity's
gate.

each day

A prayer
I will
send

to you.

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.

4/13 /2012

and where
your dreams
lie in
deep slumber
so do
mine.

and the
crimson
sunset
each morning
is the
horizon
we dance
and sing
upon.

and forever
is the
place
inside
your eyes,

that I
have always
searched
to find ,

since
I was
a child
and then
as
I grew
to be
a man.

and peace
is the
field of
gold
our thoughts
lie tangled
in lover's
bound.

and to
each
other
we are
the mirror
to which
we see
God
at his
best.

and not
fire
or hell
could
ever
pull
us apart
from
each
other's
side,

we are
the soil
in which
each other
grows.

and this
world
is but
a temporary
glimpse
of what
we shall
become,

when the
time
of judgment
arrives,

and you
will be
the light
and soul
in my
eyes,

the moment
God calls
us home,

and my
life
will be
yours
in time,

just as
in this
simplest
of
moments,

like a
new bornl
child reaches
'in trust
and yearning

the first
time
he sees
his mother's

eyes.

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.

(for Patty)

Falling into
your eyes.

the deepest
pool of
autumn
honey
brown.

that I
have
ever tasted.

hard to
catch my
breath.

your heart
running
wild
inside
my chest.

the morning
light reminds
me that
time'
like
love
has it's
own universal
place.

between your
smile
and mine.

and the
rest
of our
lives
together.

nothing can
ever
take
me away
from this
place.

all my
mornings
are promised
to you.

and all
of my
Godly
prayers
begin and
end with
you felt
deep.

in the
places
where no one
else
can go.

where dreams
are the
every
day moments
we live.

As you stand
by the ocean black
water,

Your eyes
settle gently
between
heaven and
earth,

your thoughts
run like a
fairy tale
ending struggling
to find itself.

over in
the corner
of your
smile
your dreams
laugh back
at you,

and a thousand
clouds
overhead
beg you to
give them
your attention.

and the
sea before
you rocks
like a children's
lullaby
rocking you
to sleep.

and still
you stand
tall and gaze
out into
the water,

praying perhaps
for something
to come home
to you.

something lost,
something not
found deep
in your heart,

and between this
world and
the next.

long after
all the tears ,

that in your
life,

that you
might ever
cry.

I pray someday
you will

find it..

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.

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.

The Cinderella
story was
never
about
you.

you are
so much
more.
from beginning
to end.

with your
pirate
point
of view.

that can
take
a man
down
with a
single
look.

make
him
beg
into the

night,

that you
will you
never
let him up
for air
again.

legs
squeezed
tight,

you heart
bleeding
out into
the night.

from so
long
ago
when
you lost

a piece

of it

to love.

and you
haven't
ever
found it

but your
nails
are black
with the
Indiana
mud,

as you
dig
and claw
and look
in all
of the
places,

that you
might
of seen
it last.

but still
the slipper
doesn't
fit,

the pumpkin
doesn't
arrive

and the
mice sit
in the
corner

of the

front porch
eat their
cheese
and look at
you
and laugh.

cause they
know too.

the Cinderella
principle
doesn't
apply

to you.

You are

all of

the flavors

and colors

and textures

of a

bag

full of

jelly beans.



I recognized

that instantly

about you,



for as a child

I had

that look

too.



and your

eyes over

flowing

with life,



giving light

and warmth

to all

who see

them.



tender resting

places for

a poor man's

soul to

die.



or a old

poet's heart

to wander

about.



you and

your jelly bean

smile,



and dreams

do come

true and

stars due

fall before

your eyes

for a moment.



and now out

of the

black into

the blue,



in this

moment,



I  see

you.

rogue
smiles,

tender
lolly pop

kisses
shared,

tell
our full
measure.

fingers
entwined
as we
sleep.

I reach
to pull
you close.

the moonlight
caresses

our entangled
silhouettes,


and again
like a
miracle,


it is
true,

I witness
it.

this
diamond
studded
sky has
lost
it's

universal
presence.


for it
pales in
comparison

to the
moments

you lie
over me.

and all I
see
is the

canopy
of you.

From the first
moment that
I saw you
I knew,

You are
everything in
this moment,

from heaven
to eternity and
back again.

your sleepy
eyes like dark
pools of
open desires
whispering to
me in
the night
"love me",

and I am
captured there.

by the taste
of your lips,
like a
thought to
a ocean breeze
you carry me
far from
where I have
ever been.

and my heartbeat
quickens
as I lay
over you
and gently ******
into you,

and time
is the
only thing
that matters

this time
with you.

and who
I am I
to say
what love
is ,

but certainly though
it must find
it's roots
here in
our hearts.

as I bleed
to you,
and you
bleed out
to me.

and quench  
the passion
of all that
lies within
us.

and in
this first night.

I know I
can feel it.

we become
something else...

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.

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...

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.

The soul
of a moment
as it pours
over you,

saturating
your thoughts
body and
heart.

the birth
of our
child,

the death
of a loved
one,

the look
at midnight
in you my
lover's
eyes.

points in
our life
that we
live between.

struggling to
get from
one moment
to the next.

it is the
reason
we breathe.

the joy
that we
love,

the purpose
of our
dance
with life.

it is
God's path
that we
walk upon.

and I
with you
this moment

we dance.