your cheek, your shoulder;
I hold your head on my chest.
hair so scented
and soft, I run fingers through, long
under my chin, body close I caress
skin; over shoulder blade, on back,
tracing shapes (circles).
I feel your heart beat, your breath;
body rises, body falls
on me; she is sleeping, beauty
warm she lies on
with skin soft and naked.
supple muscles move; she stretches
I kiss her head.
what dreams fly within, behind
her fluttering eyelids?
I ponder only - shortly -
as I feel my body slide away.
her weight lightens.
I slip into her night...
she is the down in my pillow
a warm bump on my bed
she's the night of my day
the soft kiss on my head
most dreams are dreamt by dreamers
lost in the world.
when you're down and dreary
misplaced thinking you're nothing
usually you're getting closer
thinking all is nothing worthless
but reality blooms.
you are becoming the dream dreamt
closer than can be understood
and seen only by those on the outside.
the dream converges
without the sleeper aware.
all is flutter
but this spark that burns indistinguishable
from the night
within my being
Street lights glint off the scaled skin of the buildings next door.
As I lean near I ponder my reflection.
I watch from my balcony the people's play in the incandescent night.
A maid young and slim undresses before me,
her supple curves in black outlined by a yellow glow.
With an imagined click the scene is gone.
Another flickering in chromatic hues dazzles my eyes;
a typical TV viewer watching a typical night flick on the tube.
Two colors below me whiz by with a familiar scream,
bouncing through the lighted streets and up through the air.
I nod to a neighbor who is sucking on a cigar,
the smoke drifting off in little spirals to the sky.
The street is polka-dotted in lamp light;
cool pavement resting from the day.
Now a pair of lovers stroll below me,
mingling among deserted newspapers and parking meters.
They disappear under an awning marked with a golden crest.
A car drives by, wavering slightly,
and beeps at an old man with a cane walking his dog across the avenue.
Rearranging my view, I intake a heavy sigh, filling my lungs with a warm cool breeze
smelling of remembrance which drifts through the city.
I smile and tightening the belt to my robe, I step back through,
closing the glass doors to the enticing life of the night in the big city.
The whisper of the leaves in the trees
Signal the approaching storm
The glow of the street lights brings a home
An enclosure of sophisticated existence
To the land
A bubble of silence
Of the rustle in a breeze
The smell of your perfume
Wraps me in cozy wantonness
To run   to live   to exploit the city streets
On this glorious moon shadowed night
Your earrings sparkle as you look wide eyed at me
Lips colored full   a questioning smile
Of joy   of freedom   of existence
Of dining out under the limbs of street trees
At a table off a cocktail cafe
Of standing together on a balcony
Overlooking the city's night life
My arm around you   I pull you close
A breeze flutters past us
With that smell
That smell oh so pleasant
Of rain before a summer night's heat
Sending that electric tingling through my soul
My every energy to exist in the moment
Of my lamp lit city home
The wind blows the sound of warm air
The distant sounds of the city
The scrapers high   dotted with those who wander
Enjoy the night in the yellow glow of the lamps
Encasing us in their domain
Warm air rushes through your hair
Your coat blown open
We run over sidewalk   over grating
through smoking manholes
Crumpled papers tumble by
In the night life of the city
The rainy city   the windy city
The summer night city
You with me   let us run with the night wind
Until the morn
i've lost it all
what is it to be kissed by
the one i want to kiss me
on her own volition.
what is it to be wanted by
the one you only want!?
unquestionably, no asking, both doing
i want it all
the longest day
for her to stop me
as i walk away;
need me, and will have me
for that is what she wants,
not my because
yet so by mine i do
so strong that will be
will be us
mirror me, i mirror she,
(mirror he, he mirror me)
in the longingous desire
to be we, passionately
entities of togetherness
toward one future
of two souls entwined
so mine shall be hers
hers shall be ours
ours shall be ours
and ideas forming
the birth of the
We were left on our own
to make the conclusions
to resolve the matter
a new simplicity
c o m p l e x
And now we realize
we're not alone
forever blue blue water
on the ledge of the edge of a dream
of a desire to be
in the sunshine of love and passion
What is wrong is not always
That which is wrong as
In bad or improper or worse.
In many ways, grown up understanding
Upturns and enlightens the ideal
Toward realization that
Things just aren't, sometimes
Simply not which
You want or do by intention.
There are moments and actions
Where a certain perfection finds
You wanting and feeling for
Those exquisite things
As when you're with
That singular person
Whom is your entire world.
So why be
Wrong, such is
And not wrong.
She approaches me;
That sad love swelling,
My heart in a smile,
Feeling the sublime
Of ever present time
Slipping over and through
Our lives, our forms.
I watch her.
She looks at me watching her
In puddled night.
We move on,
Fingers almost touching
In the resonance of sound.
And we twine on separate paths
|song as in rapture||voices of freedom|
| ||thoughts exchange|
|dew on a daisy||life as like forests|
| ||synergy abound|
|all chances are worthy||we take the minutes|
| ||awheehoo awha|
|now is the never||time like unending|
| ||sight askew|
|next to a nothing||we are the someone|
| ||and chances remain|
|till her nights were fatal||passion in music|
| ||joy once again|
Sweet piano tickling
Like water falling
We watch as time moves by
Feeling the tread of its path
Yearning for the pain it brings
That we crave for all joy
It moves and twines
Weaving so intricately in
Harmony and dissonance
Playing that tune of life
Uniquely scored for us
I weep for all beauty
With the knowledge sinking
Into me like fangs
Of some beast
The complex hues of time
And ultimately waiting with
Held breath for that
Next note emanating from its song
Sound without silence
Sun without rain
Speed without patience
Love without pain
Never then and as always
Baby, what's your name
Knowledge without knowing
Peace without chaos
Flight without falling
Self without us
Till then what's the difference
Really, it's all the same
It is an August storm
At night around nine.
The waves of sheeting rain are passing,
But the fierce white flashes still remain.
City streets drenched and flooded,
Trees and yellow lamp posts dripping,
You can hear the fire trucks
Swarming the hazed city.
The distance, the siren scream.
Action on the rapidly cooling night frolics
As heat smothered pavement
Sucks cool from the sky.
Outlines burn into the retina.
Fronds of fiery electricity scatter the horizon,
Touch earth while trying to grasp that below,
Burst and spark that to flame.
Constant rumbling signals pass,
Leaving my city cool, refreshed and waiting
For the next hot day.
The sun sets in May on a field prairie
Enclosed in patches of forests
We warm in its rays
Amber fills the air
And the smell of pollen
Floating in the evening breeze
Relaxes in simplicity
The mind and body
This is what real life is about
Eating ice cream white and minty
The creaking of the porch swing springs
The feel of dirt under bare feet on worn wood
Beads of sweat on glass catching red sun glow
We speak in silence with the wind
With insect buzz
Around your head
Around the edge yard field brush
The stones are warm on cobbled path
As we lie here
Till dusk seeps into moon glow night
How can you not have these feelings?
I thank God for such infinite wisdom of creation
For love is all pain unbearable
And love is all joy unconstrained
I have seen it, felt its touch
And all eternity is mine
For believing in its wonder
This love is not defined finitely
Cannot be quantified precisely
It streams and shocks and bursts and pummels
Us beings to and fro
It controls us for we let it unconscionably
It is our essence, our existence,
The flowing lifeblood of our souls
the interweave and the overlap
these things come to us in night
and wrap us close in dream
of sights and feelings surreal
to our waking land of existence
but what is this place we see
in the wonders of closed eyes
a mystique, a yearn, a fragment of memory
of that lost and of which missed
in the monotonous rain of time
what has drugged us into deceit
that which named waking is real
and that found in rest fantasy
for at moments in times of slumber
my senses tell me more
than my five of which are
in this daydream called life
I have forgotten so much
Waves in the night crashing
Wind on water we move
In God's hands
Her smile brimming ear to ear
Bright in rainbows of color
Over sunstreaked skin all tan
And the smell of coconut oil and lotion
The breeze holds us
Of waterfalls and green forests
We play in
Sugarcane, lava rock
We trip barefoot
I can't believe the feeling
I have freedom