dreamgirl

do you sit on benches
and think of me?
do you toss in fountains
and wish for me?
do you sleep with dreams
in place of me?

like the trickle down stones
like the passing breeze
like a perfect place
i am with you

even if you're not around

chin raised to the sky

eyes closed
be naive for once
just do it!

shed inhibitions
drop it all
and just sway...

peace from the hills
and calm from the shores
hand-in-hand candlelight

wind soothing
softly closed eyes
chin raised
to the sky

tonic

a hundred
keystrokes
till a measure
of rest

sing to me, love
so i can breathe

lost inside
a resolution
bring it out
make it heard

recite and relax, my love
we will sing together soon

the last

fingers clench futility like arrows
the treaties aimed at our heads, our graves
escape like smoke into the dawn
smolder like embers of a Nation gone
escar like searing buttons on a starched coat
smitten like gods strangled in my throat

fingers clench victory like bullets
the treaties aimed at their lands, our lands
charge like fire into the night
douse like river on Candle’s light
chafe like white on white on white
down like heritage into the soil

home

he sees a delicious assortment of hair
wildly diving and winding through itself
intertwining and dining with itself
a curled masterpiece of chaotic pleasure

not long after glimpse an iris or two
extensive and anti-blue yet deeply
rooted rich like tossing two pebbles
into a well and no splash for hours

abreast on the horizon and rising
so creatively open to him alone
his to climb with a thumb or tongue
and two perfect but not too perfect

at long last the port arrives in view
a fruit not a feast an apple or a peach
his place of refuge, solace, and peace
he slips into a foggy morning reverie

the body of a lake clear as his thoughts
into which he dives so gently and soft
that only a single moistened ripple
encircles his body as he enters his home

wave

what's left
is a memory

a curl
of its hair

a scent
of my room

what's left
is a memory

but grinning
it is enough

sunday morning duet

i always wonder
do you remember sunday mornings?
a newspaper and a soft breeze
a kiss on the cheek
never on the lips
a kiss on the cheek
on our sunday morning duet

i always wonder
do you still listen to the renaissance?
with lights off cold and tea warm
with your head on my pillow
and my kiss on your forehead
never on the lips
and my kiss on your forehead
on our sunday morning duet

i always wonder
do you still wade in the streams of our youth?
with the lazy water around your ankles
and the sand kissing on your toes
never on the lips
and the sand kissing on your toes
on our sunday morning duet

i remember
i listen
i wade
on our sunday morning duet

the sound of the dead

slide goes the sandal off the foot
and down the drain and all around
i hear the slain i can't defeat their lost refrain
in my own head my own head
the sound of the dead in my own head
repeating what they said
before they fell and now
alone i am constantly felt
and caressed by the deceased
give me peace please just leave
me leave me be and i
would leave you if i could leave me
but i can't so the sound of you
the sound of the dead
continues to echo
in my head

The Refrain of the Siren

Breathe against my window with me
Share a moment in reverie
Sit and wonder the siren sings
Sit and ponder we fiery things

Aged the trees and young the leaves
Aged the wind and young its breeze
Share a moment in reverie
Breathe against my window with me

greensmiles

why is my response to my Mother
because is Her answer
because I love you
i don't deserve this i retort
and She simply smiles
and shines
until i smile, too

that's why

take a look and laugh it
take a laugh and sing it
sing it until you bleed it
and bleed it until you're gone

because that's why we're here
to sing
and laugh
and bleed

and i thank God for that every day