Childhood Friendship

We played cowboys and Indians, Batman and Robin
Or Speed Racer in the streets of youth
We sailed on cloudy ships through the sky of dreams
Fancied ourselves pirates
We dug tunnels in my back yard
Ran through fields of corn,
And swam in muddy Kentucky water
We suffered sunburns, bee-stings, and lectures from almighty mom
And now, when all is said and done
After 30 years have come and gone
I wonder, are we anything more than this?
More than childhood friends?
Are we more than hopeful dreamers, schemers
More than actors on a stage?
The world is a bigger place now, a new playground
The stakes are higher, but we are none the wiser
I think that we are still just two lazy boys
Fishing
Under a golden sun

Our Sea

Together we float
On the sea of our imagination
While the rhythm of the waves
Carries us gently beneath a bright moon
That is blue
Because the ocean too
Casts it's own reflection
But the light of the moon is wild upon us
As we bath in it's light
And the surface of the water glistens in turn
As the stars capture the sky in brilliance
Then fall
Into the water around us
We are love
Upon a broad bed of water
And that love is as deep and wide as the ocean
But as small
As our absence in flesh
So we dance with the waves
And dream in the balance
Of wet tides
Sweeping from far way onto the shore of home
Timeless and eternal
We wash across the empty spaces of the earth
On the sea of our own dreams
For a time the sea sleeps
But we still play upon the water
Like ocean creatures
And nothing more
For this is the life of us
The only, lonely
Love we know
But the sea holds our touch
And the sound of our voice
As we swim and float together
Sometimes in silence
Other times laughing
At the sky and the stars and the water
The echo of our laughter
Rides upon the waves to every corner of the earth
So that when strangers walk upon the wet sand
They will know that we were there
Love has no boundaries
And like the sea
It floats free

Always Saturday

Give me a small kiss
With the fullness of your lips
Just a little pinch of love
Like a tiny gift
Upon my mouth
So that I might know
The simple treasures of life
Like the daisy and the rolling stream
The bold river and the stars
Let me know that I am loved
And touch my cheek
With your fingertips
So that I may know this love is real
A fleshly thing to feel
And not hallucination
Wiggle you bright toes
And smile and laugh
So that I might see the sun
Show me your pouting lips because you want affection
Change the channel on the TV
Light a candle
Put a flower in a vase
And let me see your face
In the mirror with mine
After a shower
Put the pieces together
The puzzle
Of my broken heart
Lie with me under a tree in a park
Where strangers walk
Talk to me with your Latin mouth
And let me explain the words that we find
In the white mans dictionary
Tell me of your homeland
As we dream of babies
Let me feed you ice cream
Light my cigarette
Cry when you feel troubled
And lay your head upon my chest
Stretch before me denuda (nude/naked)
While I write a poem for you
Feed me shrimp
Because they taste delightful
But all the more so
Because they come from your hand
Curse when the Yankees lose
And laugh when the kittens play
Slap my face because you’re human
Let me know that you are real
Give me your mouth
In simple ways
With a kiss and with a soft
“I love you”
As your head rests on the pillow smiling
When I see the brightness of your eyes
Although the room is dark
And your eyes are shinning
And your mouth is smiling
And the sheets smell fresh
Except for a hint of the flesh
Because we made love on them
Tell me today is Saturday
Siempre (always)
When I awaken
And that there are no more Mondays
Tell me that you want to go to the beach
Or the zoo
And that my love for you
Makes your heart jump
Maybe we can fly a kite
While ugly people sit at desks and make phone calls
We can write a poem together
While the teapot begins to boil
And make love
At 1:34pm on Thursday afternoon
Then take a road trip
That lasts through most of the following week
Then kiss me on the cheek
As I drive down a new highway
Into freedoms open door
And let us explore this world
That we were begrudgingly born
Yet embrace with a suspicious smile
Let me smell you without a bath
On a camping trip
And let me build a fire for you
When the night is cold
Spread your wings in flight
This night
And let us love
Before we are old

Yet forever still

In the far distance
Into the near yearning
Of me
There is a face
No voice, no touch, no softness
Yet forever still
A face
That haunts me
With hello
And she remains
After the dark embers have burned
After the night on the town
Has come and gone
One simple
Beautiful, face
Reminding me
Of the cradle, and the mantle
With pitcures of love
And children playing across the rug
As if they were my own
This is how I love her

Rush to me

Rush to me
Woman of faith
Rush to me
Mother of children
Beliving in me
The man of yesteryear
The God of forgotten dreams
Rush to me
For I still believe in what can be
What some say
should have been
Or what should never be
We met in a hybrid world
of internet fantasy
disguising itself
as friendly encounters
But all of us need
All of us cry out
in the small hours of the morning
hidden from those we love
We all still dream
So in that pause
between soccer practice and dinner
In that pause between Sunday morning worship
and the meal after
In those times at work
when your mind wonders
In the music dowload
That you thought twice about
Think of me
And Rush to me

Fall Back

For Wattyz

Our clocks spring forward
And fall back to hello
Circling backwards for more time to love
And I fall, fall, fall back
Into a pile of variegated leaves that crunch
Falling in love
With a dark haired, wide smiling girl from Brooklyn
With bright eyes named Autumn
And her hand falls into mine
Between the frosting earth and the cloudy sky
Walking backwards
Always to hello

And this fall and that fall, and every fall hello
With orange and brown that is the earth
Or Jack-O’ lanterns that we carve
With rosy cheeks and grins
Turkeys and families and things
With lights that glow and fill our hearts like hugs
And so we fall back to the beginning
When love was cold
And cold was good
We fall

This Bed

This bed, an island, our playground.
Maybe a sandbox
And all the covers sand.

A TV, like a lighthouse,
Shines across the blanket waves of the bed.

"Go ahead, tickle me, but I bite."

"Just don't leave a mark," I said.

This is my safe haven, my nest.
Your body stretches diagonally
And your foot searches,
Brushing against mine,
Then remains resting next to it for comfort.

Your legs hang over my body
Like a child hangs her legs over the end of a pier.
Your gently, rhythmic snoring,
Embarrasses you but excites me.
You are simply a human creature,
Imperfect but beautiful.
The scent of your womanhood is a repast for my nostrils,
And your soft skin a silken glove,
That my whole body wears.
Hug me you said.
And hold you I will,
Until the dawn
No longer offers the promise of the sun.

Seahshell Woman

I can see your outline on the beach.
Like the sand,
Subtle mounds of brown,
But with lines that don't wash away,
Or drift out to sea like a dream,
My seashell woman.

Keep your footprints in the sand with mine,
My lazy coconut bride.

Keep the salt on your skin,
And let the waves, the waves, the waves,
Like your hair,
Flow on forever.

Live with me in the sun,
And the salty stars.
May this sand
Spread itself a bed for us.

The setting sun is radiant over your hips,
And the morning breeze is playful, like your smile.

Your toenails are brightly colored shells
Dancing with the waves.

Your hands of aloe are my coolness,
And your eyes the only shade I need.
Live with me here forever,
My turquoise dream.

Gentle Image

Your gentle image transforms me
And I stumble from myself
Sliding down your lips
Resting in the shade of your eyes
Rolling in shiny hoops from your ears
I become another
And you become my lady
You are watching me with delicate eyes
From everywhere you watch
All your eyes shine lovely
And I am not the same from the watching
I imagine your skin
And the cold burn of your lips
I am startled
By your possession of feminine
Demure in frank beauty
Naturally you shine

All of This is You

Deep in the forest, the beat of a drum
Or a heart
Arouses my sleep
High in the mountains
The sound of singing disturbs my lonely paradise
On a far away shore
Stillness, the gentle drone of the ocean
Seashell to my ear
To hear
The endless swishhhhh
And then there is laughter, always laughter in the morning
Disguising itself as the sound of birds
Then the rosebud in its haughty red
Closes like a fist, like a tiny heart
And the gentle breeze teases my hair
All of this is you...
And that familiar aroma
that carries me back to another time and place
To a different mystery
Back to when I was "me"
And Deja Vu
That haunting feeling
Of being birth in an instant
Into the past
All of this is you...
The mud, caked and dark, smiles at me near the waters edge
And the ripples of the water, calling, calling, calling
Always circling outwards
Delivering the message of you
And that howl in the night
Under 10,000 Angel eyes
Is my heart answering your call
And all of this is you...

A Final End (Goodbye)

How do we say good bye to someone we love?
How do we make such a decision in the first place?
Life makes it for us
Reason and emotion don’t go hand in hand
But our hands
Fit nicely together
Until life told us otherwise
Goodbye
Is such a cruel sounding word
Like death
It plagues the mind of the living
And the heart that is used to giving love
But goodbye
Sometimes
Is not a final end
But the beginning of a new chapter
And the creation of a fond memory
Which will keep our heart company forever
Goodbye my friend
I love you

I Loved You Too Late

We started in passions embrace
Giving in to the whims of flesh
And because of our obsession with the physical
You called us the killers of true love

I laughed
“Yes, I am the matador of love”

Still rapturous, you were hopeful in that moment.
“I can feel your heart beating against my chest.
It feels as if it is my very own, and for this moment in time, your heart is mine.”

You confessed your love for me then, but I shot it down.
Not with cupid’s arrow, but with an arrow loosed in a playful hunt,
One which struck hard the snow white dove
And caused her blood to flow.

But then the transition…

Your heart grew distant and detached.
Mine grew soft
And sprouted wings of love for you.
But the game had been played too long,
And by the time that I,
The matador,
Confessed my true love, your heart was gone.
You had become invisible, a ghost.
Too little too late, goes the cliché.
What I felt was real, but arrived too slowly.
In the end, I guess,
I loved you, yes.
But I loved you too late.
Too late to matter.
Too late to mend wounds or open doors.
Too late to save either of us.
In the end,
I loved you too late.

Mujer De Dio

The God of all Gods
Sent you on a mission
To this earth, he sent you
And he named you, then
Beautiful
Proud
Elegant
Woman
He called you mother, lover,
He called you wife
And to me
He called you friend
Friend to the drowning heart
Friend to addiction
Friend to the friendless
To the lonely one who still believes in love
To the weak, who wait upon your strength
Yes
Your strength to save him
Because a man needs a woman
To be whole
To be real
To be full
So you have become the timeless one
Female
The energy that completes a man’s desire
The truth that he can not refute
A testimony to God
Yet still a woman who craves love
You
In spite of your father, the God of all the heavens
Are still the “She” creature
The woman (and my friend)
Whom I do crave
With hair, black like the night
And eyes,
Dark with wisdom and mystery
That might one day linger upon my flesh
Wanting

Always Saturday

Give me a small kiss
With the fullness of your lips
Just a little pinch of love
Like a tiny gift
Upon my mouth
So that I might know
The simple treasures of life
Like the daisy and the rolling stream
The bold river and the stars
Let me know that I am loved
And touch my cheek
With your fingertips
So that I may know this love is real
A fleshly thing to feel
And not hallucination
Wiggle you bright toes
And smile and laugh
So that I might see the sun
Show me your pouting lips because you want affection
Change the channel on the TV
Light a candle
Put a flower in a vase
And let me see your face
In the mirror with mine
After a shower
Put the pieces together
The puzzle
Of my broken heart
Lie with me under a tree in a park
Where strangers walk
Talk to me with your Latin mouth
And let me explain the words that we find
In the white mans dictionary
Tell me of your homeland
As we dream of babies
Let me feed you ice cream
Light my cigarette
Cry when you feel troubled
And lay your head upon my chest
Stretch before me denuda (nude/naked)
While I write a poem for you
Feed me shrimp
Because they taste delightful
But all the more so
Because they come from your hand
Curse when the Yankees lose
And laugh when the kittens play
Slap my face because you’re human
Let me know that you are real
Give me your mouth
In simple ways
With a kiss and with a soft
“I love you”
As your head rests on the pillow smiling
When I see the brightness of your eyes
Although the room is dark
And your eyes are shinning
And your mouth is smiling
And the sheets smell fresh
Except for a hint of the flesh
Because we made love on them
Tell me today is Saturday
Siempre (always)
When I awaken
And that there are no more Mondays
Tell me that you want to go to the beach
Or the zoo
And that my love for you
Makes your heart jump
Maybe we can fly a kite
While ugly people sit at desks and make phone calls
We can write a poem together
While the teapot begins to boil
And make love
At 1:34pm on Thursday afternoon
Then take a road trip
That lasts through most of the following week
Then kiss me on the cheek
As I drive down a new highway
Into freedoms open door
And let us explore this world
That we were begrudgingly born
Yet embrace with a suspicious smile
Let me smell you without a bath
On a camping trip
And let me build a fire for you
When the night is cold
Spread your wings in flight
This night
And let us love
Before we are old

My Mirror

You are my mirror
And I weep for the seeing
Looking at you, looking into me
Everything that I am
Everything I could ever be
Hidden in your shinning eyes
Sometimes I see a man smaller than myself
Petty
I see a fool
Sometimes in your eyes,
I am much larger than myself
A king, a God
And I have never known unconditional love
Until I knew you
With a spirit that is pure
Like Holy water
In a sacred pool
And when the ugly part of me speaks
(The small man)
You are silent
Waiting for your champion
And when he laughs, and shines his stupid grin
You are patient
Waiting for your king.
And when he stumbles
You extend a gracious hand
Helping him to stand
So you see
Your mirror shows the truth of me
And I could never lie
When I look into your eyes

Like a cat

You are beautiful
Like a cat
Expressing things with gestures
Things like this or that
Elegantly exaggerating the feminine
But with softness
On top of innocence
Underneath a hint of perfume
You shine
Exploring a world of human needs
With a heart divine
I have never known a cat like you
Or a woman with such Grace
Embracing things eternal
While dancing with the human race
You float across the embers
Blown by the wind
You are like tiny feathers
My smiling, laughing friend
You bring crashing softness
When your night is exposed
By the round moon
The yellow
That pulls the tides
As you ride
Upon a hot blanket
To paradise

Had It Been You

I wonder how my life will be in 50 years
Will I laugh at grandchildren
Rolling around on the floor?
Will I look up to see my wife?
Will I imagine her love over the years?
Or will I wonder what might have been
Had it been you?
All the love and affection that I gave to her
Anniversaries and Christmas parties
Walks in the park
Snowmen and warm mittens
Had it been you?
Laughing together, then crying in unison
As we held our newborn son
Sailing together on salty water
With the wind blowing affectionately
Kissing sunburned skin
Taking road trips to places unknown then laughing together
At the wonders we found
Had it been you?
Eating popcorn and M&M’s in a dark theater
Then working out the next day
Watching her surprise as she opened a tiny box
To see a shining diamond atop a band of gold
Had it been you?
Being deeply engrossed in conversation
While trying to keep
Spaghetti sauce off our chin
Staring at stars across the sky
Like so many angel eyes
Trying to remember our first date
Sleeping late
On Saturday, then making love when we awoke
Had it been you?
Being amazed when we saw a shooting star
Finding sand dollars on the shore
Then watching her make them into necklaces
The smell of cookies baking
Gazing in anticipation at the silhouette
Behind he glass shower door
Had it been you?
Watching a storm flash across the sky
And feeling safe together
Rubbing her back with oil
Carving pumpkins and dressing up at Halloween
Before we had a family
Then borrowing someone else’s kids
To go trick-or-treating
Had it been you?
Saying “to heck with the health kick”
Then eating a box of Twinkies while watching cartoons
Pondering the meaning of life
Then saying a prayer we got it right
Had it been you?
Counting all the pennies in the jar
Then going out to buy something fun
Going to church on Sunday
Watching as she delicately applied makeup
In the bathroom mirror
Packing a lunch and then eating it under a tree
On a lazy afternoon
And will the small voice keep repeating
Had it been you, had it been you
Had it been you?

This Bed

This bed, an island, our playground.
Maybe a sandbox
And all the covers sand.

A TV, like a light house,
Shines across the blanket waves of this bed.

“Go ahead, tickle me, but I bite.”

“Just don’t leave a mark,” I said.

This is my safe haven, my nest.
Your body stretches across the bed diagonally
And your foot searches,
Brushing against mine,
Then remains resting next to it in comfort.

Your legs hang over my body
Like a child hangs her legs over the end of a pier.
Your gentle rhythmic snoring
Embarrasses you, but excites me.
You are simply a human creature,
Imperfect but beautiful.
The scent of your womanhood is a repast for my nostrils,
And your soft skin a silken glove,
That my whole body wears.
Hug me, you said. And hold you I will,
Until the dawn
No longer offers the promise of the sun.

Unnamed

Just talk to me
Tell me things
And sing me to sleep
Then kiss me on the cheek
Bathe me with your hair
Long and black
Like my sleepless nights
But pretty
Like you
And tell me that it’s not true
That my burden is not too much to bear
Tell me that you are there
And that your love
Will not fade
Like smoke from the air
Give me your soft voice
Loves gentle whisper
Into my ear
To remind me that you are near
Do not depart from me
Kind lady
Miracle of flesh
The wish
Of my penny into the well
Be my blanket
And comfort me
Through this endless
And most cumbersome life

May We Love

Like the birds sing and like the wind blows, may we love
As the moon emits its soft white glow, may we love
Without effort or thought, without selfish intention
May we love
As if tomorrow there would be no sun
As if tonight was the last moon, the last song
The last dance, and the only chance
May we love
From our heart and soul
May we love
Without guilt, shame, or blame, may we love
With transparency and truth, may we love
In the warm palm of each others hand, may we love
In the eyes of each other, loving friends
May we love
Like the gentle flow of life’s river
Always and forever
May we love

Ask me why

Ask me why. Ask me why I care.
What is it they say? Let me count the ways.
It’s because I lose myself in your eyes while we talk,
Searching for what lies hidden,
Secret beauty.
It’s because when you touch me, my skin quivers,
Titillating.
It’s because you know what to say when I’m upset,
Stilling the emotion,
Reassuring.
It’s because the sound of your voice makes my heart sing,
Music.
It’s because of your lips, your eyelashes, and your smile,
Lovely.
It’s the way you fold and flip your hair,
Tossing it over your shoulder,
Playful.
It’s the curve of your neck,
Subtle.
It’s the way you walk with small feet,
Grace.
It’s because the best things come in small packages,
Petite.
It’s the way you paint your nails with a wry smile,
So proud of your style.
It’s because of your kindness, your love, and your friendship.
I care because there’s no one like you.

The Birth of Our Love

I smile at the birth of our love.
Because my lips remember innocence,
And how hope shined.
Poems, park benches, a picnic basket,
And an ocean view.
These were our deliberation.
And then the fleeting touch,
The hand,
And our first kiss.
That was when your lips met me,
And after,
Remembered me for a time.
But now they do not speak,
They do not speak, they do not speak
My name.
But I remember.
You wore suede boots.
There were clouds in the sky,
Sunshine in our bellies,
And boats with sails upon the water.
We blushed, we laughed,
We talked and dreamed,
Walking on that pier.
Come near, come near,
To me once again,
And let your lips remember.

Seashell Woman

I can see your outline on the beach.
Like the sand,
Subtle mounds of brown,
But with lines that don’t wash away,
Or drift out to sea like a dream,
My seashell woman.

Keep your footprints in the sand with mine,
My lazy coconut bride.

Keep the salt upon your skin,
And let the waves, the waves, the waves
Like your hair,
Flow on forever.

Live with me in the sun
And the salty stars.
May this sand
Spread itself a bed for us.

The setting sun is radiant over your hips,
And the morning breeze playful, like your smile.

Your toenails are brightly colored shells
Dancing with the waves.

Your hands of aloe are my coolness,
And your eyes the only shade I need.
Live with me here forever,
My turquoise dream

The Spool

Wrapped around in silk
Or light
Or woven love
A spool
Is a beautiful thing
I’m certain that my love for you
In all its unraveling adoration
Could be wrapped around a tiny spool
Then you could keep it in your pocket
Or tie some of it around your finger
To remind you that I love you
And I do
Yes
A spool is a beautiful thing
It’s a tiny symbol of love!

Life After Love

With great effort
I push my heart blindly forward
Into the open spaces of this bright world
Knowing
That I am alone
And that this birth
My birth
This life after death
After love
Is all that I have
And that no one
Owes me a thing

All of This is You

Deep in the forest, the beat of a drum
Or a heart
Arouses my sleep
High in the mountains
The sound of singing disturbs my lonely paradise
On a far away shore
Stillness, the gentle drone of an ocean
Seashell to my ear
To hear
The endless Swishhhh
And then there is laughter, always laughter in the morning
Disguising itself as the sound of birds
And the rosebud in it’s haughty red
Closes like a fist, like a tiny heart
And the gentle breeze teases my hair
All of this is you
And that familiar aroma
That carries me back to another time and place
To a different mystery
Back to when I was me
And De Ja vu
The haunting feeling
Of being birthed that instant
Into the past
All of this is you
The mud, caked and dark, smiles at me near the waters edge
And the ripples of the water calling, calling, calling
Always circling outwards
Delivering the message of you
And the howl in the night under 10,000 Angel eyes
Is my heart answering your call
And all of this is you

If I Were

If I were a shirt I would be royal blue, and your shoulders I would caress; wrapped around your waist in black, if I were a dress.

If I were a shoe, I would have heels, then I would know how your soft, bare foot feels.

If I were a ring, I would know your finger, and if faded jeans, your legs I would remember.

If I were crimson red I could taste your lips, then rest all day in the perfect kiss.

If I were a mirror, each day I would see, your beautiful smile looking right through me.

If I were the finish line, to me you would run, warm sweat in the noon-day sun.

If I were a river, in my depths you could swim, floating free, not returning to him.

If I were a fire, on a cold still night, I would capture your heart with my warm firelight.

Always You

You are my light and my eyes in sight.
I love the way your hair falls around your face,
Tracing the outline of a heart.
I love your sense of humor and the sound of your laughter,
Especially the shy laughter, when you fear that I’ll tickle your feet.
I love the freedom of your spirit as you live your life unpretentious, unafraid.
I love the way you cock your head to the side when you smile,
And oh what a smile. So true in it’s brightness, glistening white and honest,
Even when it’s naughty (but usually it’s innocent fun.)
I love the way you wiggle and squirm, giggling, as I kiss your neck from behind.
And then how your noisy fidgeting turns into a slow moan.
I love your naïve innocence seeking direction in me.
I love your natural beauty, not afraid to shine as it does, boldly, warmly,
Like the sun upon my skin.
Your beauty is like a flower, like a daisy growing wild in a field,
Going at first unnoticed, then taking my breath away.
This beauty is confident, although though you are not.
It shines forth, radiating, with careless abandon,
With freedom unbridled, unashamed of it’s naked glory.
This beauty, born of nature, is sparkling, alive.
It is a stream laughing over the rocks, flowing freely, making a melody
As it laps at the shore. This beauty, your beauty, is a campfire, a wind-song.
Your beauty is a flower child, singing love songs at night,
And walking through green fields in daylight.
Like a hippies love it shines forth, clapping hands and tambourines,
Swaying to and fro. Contagious joy spills from you.
I love the tiny hairs on your back and the freckle under your eye.
There exists a classic beauty in the dimensions of your face,
In the curve of your cheek and the slope of your nose,
And the dimple in your chin, and in your lips,
Poignant, perfect, forever.
I love your small feet that are shy, and your small hands that are bold,
As they clutch with hungry fingers and color me pretty nails.
The list of my love goes on forever, and there will never,
Be a stain upon my dream of you.

Your Fair Garden

In your fair garden
I found a new sun
And a reason to believe again
A new season of love
Was growing
With surprising color and stones to border
The edges of my broad heart
Watching you transform the earth
Smiling
Glistening in the sun
I tried to remember why my love died
I felt the warmth of your hands
As you toiled
Earthen hands
With nails that scratched the earth to new growth
Yes I fell in love again
There was shade and sunlight
And tiny green sprouting everywhere
Sweat and sunshine
Raw dirt
And vivid color
Such life growing by your hands
Working the earth into a bright frenzy
And I had fallen again
In your fair garden

Your Passion

Your passion swings like a pendulum
Chanting fierceness, then throbbing joy
It clings to silence
Then bends in laughter
Such passion is out of place in apathy
On this stoic globe of sameness
Your passion runs in high waves
Of love, like murder
Of fashion, faith
And a newborn child of honesty
Peaks and swells of great emotion
Small joys and smiling, bursting wonderful
Your tide ebbs and flows
And passion
Is the ocean
Your passion speaks sometimes
Through your eyes
And they shine like daggers flying
Esos ojos de loba (Eyes of the wolf – feminine)
They penetrate the distance
Or they hug with warmth.
Joy sails from your eyes
And your passion
Beeping, beeping
The alarm-clock of your heart
Without it you would sleep
It pulses and throbs, your passion
And it makes my life complete

Gentle Image

Your gentle image transforms me
And I stumble from myself
Sliding down your lips
Resting in the shade of your eyes
Rolling in shiny hoops from your ears
I become another
And you become my lady
You are watching me with delicate eyes
From everywhere you watch
All your eyes shine lovely
And I am not the same from the watching
I imagine your skin
And the cold burn of your lips
I am startled
By your possession of feminine
Demure in frank beauty
Naturally you shine

Princesa De Amor

(Princess of Love)

Princesa De Amor
Part I

She is floating softly, hovering
Then walking the line
One foot in front of the other
Shining with delicate she spins
Smiling
Teasing between worlds and slumber
And moments of waking laughter
She is a dream, a creature Angelic
Yes, Angelica
The princess of Love
She is too good for this world
Or too bad
Her passion too strong to test the balance
So she taunts
Slapping the face of oblivion
But sweet is the fragrance of her scarves
And her walking legs are holy
And with silk
She merges, swaying
Washing from world to world
Playing with children she smiles
Too pure for this world
Mi Muneca Blanca (My white doll)
Sail away
Woman of brown, sail away
Mi mariposa, (My butterfly) sail away
Then return to this world
With bliss


Princesa De Amor
Part II

She is misunderstood, this woman of faith
People confuse her humanity with anger
They confuse her drifting worlds
With silent amnesia
But the people suffer for not knowing the truth
They suffer a frozen death of the spirit
But she sings, and they can not meet her gaze
Yet she is simple
And she melts in my hand
I hold her by a silver thread and she purrs
The Princess of love purrs for me


Princesa De Amor
Part III

In the beginning, before the dawn
When the world was not the world
The Princess hovered, waiting for light
Now she flies above the sun
And swims beneath it
Pouncing on joy with a tremendous smile
Inter-dimensional, drifting
A citizen of multiple worlds
She is freedom
Playing in ocean-waves
Angelic of spirit
She walks the earth with humans
Yet there is passion in her bed
Her eyes are brazen
As she tastes the flesh of her lover
And while she dreams
Snow falls
Drifting from the sky

Sunday Morn

The broad dark sky was tree-lined,
Such a vast expanse of gray.
Clouds they were, spilling rain,
On a Sunday morn, but there was no field of corn.
Only Black asphalt paved the way
To the steepled roof, where people knelt to pray
And sing as they did, with hands outstretched
Voices aloft,
Weeping.
And the man with gestures
Spoke and walked to and fro
Extrapolating certain meaning
From the small words in the big book.
Alters were built,
And should be built, he said,
As I held your hand.
Wells were dug and wells are good,
He said,
As I recalled the rain
Then drew an imaginary ring on your finger,
Smiling,
Hoping that it would not wash away in the rain.
This world is unkind,
Said the nice gesturing man,
And I think that he is right

Rainmaker

Rainmaker, water-maiden,
Give me first your mist,
Gentle drops to kiss my lips,
Your glistening dew,
A moist blanket,
To nurture this sleeping heart.
And then, pour your love on me in buckets.

For I am the dry man, the scarecrow.
Draped across my wooden frame,
I hang.
Lonely in the field, my only communion
Ravens, and snakes.

Washing over my neglected bones,
Your drops fall diagonally, torrentially
Onto my barren soil,
And I sprout.
Tiny shoots of grass grow in me thanks to your rain.
Hot, hard cracked earth is now lush,
Like my lover’s garden.

My lips were cracked, like the ground,
Dry from the drought
And with dirt in my mouth,
I fell dizzy from the sun.

My precious waterfall, renew me with your flow,
And green, I will grow, I will grow.
Caught in your deluge, I will laugh,
Drenched, I will laugh,
Because in your loving rain I am full.
You have soaked my green meadow, filled my waterways.
My stream becomes a river in your flood.
Gullies and lakes and oceans lie within me,
And you have filled them all.
Pour your love upon me beautiful girl.