buckle black
the shine
like a sun
on midnight

a Lavender
sigh pressed
against the temple

like a door to the
expressway of
freedom

awoken from the
dream by a can turning
tricks for the wind
between the lights

a moan of her through
the wires
and bending limbs
performing stretches
while the stars pull
at their stiches
twisting
to the ear of heaven
listening

I love you in the immediacy of a perfect
white bloom. In the breathlessness of
a cold winter's window, streaked with
summer memories of you, I write your
name. In my heart we're already the
wild wind tamed, following the ripened
sun.
We're already waves floating
on the sea and the smiles
in our children's eyes,
dancing and singing,
singing and dancing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0E1bNmyPWww

Across the room
the curtain caught the sun
and in the folds of cloth
I saw light ripple.
Beautiful.
.
In those curves of light
danced tiny motes,
whirls and whorls and worlds away,
entertaining my thoughts.
Engaging
.
There are times so sad
that even heartfelt words and touch
can't light the dark interior
of what this mind remembers.
.
I too, have said the words
"I know how you feel."
ashamed as they fell flat,
but I did and I do care.
.

Cellophane moonbeams play havoc with eyes

as the shadows eat daylight all gone;

step further inside, it's the truth we can't hide

place your baggage out front on the lawn.

~

A dry leather jacket with pockets sewn shut

we've all fallen short and have sinned;

memories turn billowy before they all fade

let's all honor their escort, the wind!

~

Teared laughter echoes, coercing the night

to "chill up" on the back of my neck;