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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.