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.