love is the gentle storm that swells the stream,
cutting a path of
life through the dry earth,
setting motion in
motion.
when i look into your eyes i see the wind
nudging a leaf
from its place of solitude
to fall with
quiet determination
into a warmth so complete
it cannot imagine where else it could be.
8/1/11
before the first
light brushed the eastern sky,
my fingers,
waking, touched
the smooth
coolness of your skin
and ten windows
opened into a new world
as if ten
explorers set out with no expectations
but none the less
found their destiny.
6/30/11
our closeness is
no more a thing of chance
than a river,
anxious to reach the next bend.
i see it in your
smile when you rest in my arms.
and hear it in
our whispering voices
when the light of
another day quietly fades.
my arms become
the water you drift in
as your eyes
become my sky,
slowly coming in
and out of focus
as sleep arrives
to lay one dream upon another.
7/15/11
my thoughts of you were like waves
lapping
gently on some foreign shore
where
they may have touched before
but,
as the sun washed over me,
i
lost my memory of when.
i
saw a distant sailboat and wondered
where
was it going? were you on it?
there
were no clouds that day,
only
the song of birds and fishing men
i played Adam to your Eve,
accepting the
apple you offered.
at the crisp
sound of my first bite
a hint of a smile
crossed your face.
which original sin
were you contemplating?
the morning sun
rose to kiss a summer sky
as clouds,
blushing pink, looked on
without regret
i leaned in to
answer your lips' sweet request.
6/4/11
you reach deeper into the night than i,
your mind finding
quiet ways
to amuse itself
with my sleeping hands
as your gentle
eyes
cover me like a
soft blanket.
yet even as i
sleep i dream we are dancing,
slow and close, our
bellies barely brushing.
and each day i
awaken to a greater understanding
of why the sun
rises.
6/30/11
if time were a
place
i would meet you
there.
I love you
farther than my arms can reach,
my head resting
on your soft
breast rising, falling,
your hand
absently tracing
circles across
the sky.
let my words kiss
you then
and there.
11/18/12
it
was cloudy when you said ‘goodbye’
and
i replied ‘until next time…'
i
slept for awhile but the dreams persisted.
how
many days until tomorrow?
i
use to believe that the big dreams were the best.
now
i know that the best dreams
were the ones we shared.
how
many days until tomorrow?
6/15/11
the day ended like a wave
brushing up
against a distant shore
and, satisfied it
could go no farther,
the sand sighed
“I would ask for no more.”
thus they stayed
in each other’s arms
until the tide
pulled them apart,
not forever, just
for now.
“I will miss the
comfort of your embrace”
said the wave as
it slipped away.
“And I will long
for your next kiss” replied the sand
while the wind, touching both,
sang softly to the night.
8/31/11
there is a
silence in the morning,
just before the
sun rolls over and,
opening
sleep-filled eyes,
warms the summer
sky with its gaze.
today, that
silence was delayed.
today, the sun
overslept.
in their
confusion, the birds did not sing
but stirred,
blinking nervously from their perches.
you were dreaming
and i wondered
how near i was to you.
6/11/11
the sky had not
considered
that the day
might end,
so when the
merlot sunset faded,
there was little
time to prepare.
rain fell the
next morning,
warm and musky,
like the sweat of
lovers
collapsed in each
other's arms
and drifting
slowly off to sleep
as a lone and
distant piper
plays laments to
the wind.
4/26/11
never is never
forever.
the distant sun
burns day and night
indifferent to
the neediness below.
'I will do what I
do for as long as I do it',
he cried in a
voice both defiant and plaintive.
the Muse paints,
awakening the Poet too long asleep.
never is never
forever.
waves nudge the
sandy shore
and, as the wind
explores the trees,
i run my fingers
through your soft hair.
gulls circle
above like lovers' lips
brushing against
the urgency.
around and
around.
a fire crackles
in the evening
and the wine sips
away
as musicians bare
their souls to the stick-people
dancing, swaying,
stomping out their passion
like there is no
tomorrow.
they do this
night after night
as we dream of
gentle embraces,
the heat from our
entwined bodies a surprise to you.
'I thought this
would never happen again', you sighed.
'never is never
forever', i replied.
5/10/11
