Again we meet
in the shadow
of death and dawn,
savouring
this last shared
breath, tasting,
tomorrow

So it begins
and.ends, in that
first gasp of light...

Death left a void
and filled it with ingredients of sadness,
the tears of a mourning mother,
the ceasing of joy and laughter,
the calmness forsaken in the moment,
as the air greets respectful silence,
one last goodbye denied,
in the sudden end of lite.

Yet the worst I fear
is to be a memory,
buried underground.

While my legacy of love,
peeled away from beating hearts

(to Claire - trust works both ways)

You offered me pennies for my thoughts.
Are they even worth that much? Are they worth a thing at all?!
Why is this even a question? I did not accept.
I could not accept. I pay you for my words.
That is the game we play,
like children bouncing balls off checkered squares on rounded walls.
At times we miss. At times they strike us.
It hurts. It doesn't hurt.
Yes,
It hurts a lot.
I came to you to protect my words
and still I am hurting.

I linger
lovingly
on each bead

Nothing between
the bead and touch
No time, no space
no contamination
no taint

The delicate membrane
which separates
turns into thin blue
smoke
and disappears

At the confluence
of space and time
journey and arrival
I imbibe the essence
of being and becoming

as she slumbers in her sleep
she mumbles
come home tonight
tis so dark
but he in some
Pillow talk on ones
else's arms
does naked stalk
can't walk
dead drunk,
my is he,

how he wishes
he was with thee

your poetry is not only lovely
tis sexy
says romantic poet
in me
so be happy!
.

you the heart that never dove
but rose upon the winds you strove
your airy laugh and dark storm face
the fancy airs
your pretty lace

how you chose and chose
the wary dark
you fought to tame
carve in your name
on the hearty bark
with your sharpened wit
and hasty lark

the lashes dark
and vintage hue
the iris pools
whose gaze you parked

i'm in the crowds
and on the roll
my bitterness
extravagant and droll

Chill of September
Fall approaches
The north winds rolls in
As the fair comes to town.

Children ride merry go rounds
Tiny women sits behind a curtain
Carnival music and food doubles in price.

Police descends on the crowd
Carefully watching for agitators
Hired to maintain order.

The youth fight
Gets thrown in jail
Moms standing at the gate
Hoping it's not her child.

As moms take their children by the hand
Others get a call to pick them up at the precinct.

fissured dawn
tributaries of fire
delta in the sky

This is a beautiful
crying piece....
it has taken away
all her peace....

she alone is to blame...
but both have a partial game....
they dwelt in some others arms...
Oh what a shame-----

man can enjoy any number of women...
but can't tolerate another one...
eying his woman.....

now they both must keep
secret liaisons aside.....
and
with a firm mind decide.....
they will not go for another ride...

beside or side by side....
they alone can
over this decision preside...