Wake up.
A face, half burnt, I can feel the where the flames danced
The other half turned stone, petrified.
Fall.
Static snowy television skyline
Fizzing fades in and out
Rising and falling like the tides through the night
The ringing of bells, adjusting to the time
There is a river running through us, a violent maelstrom of love

and in the time it took..
I watched the gentle curve
or your cheek
the shadow neath
your jawline
the swerve of hair
in the lights

so much gleaming
in the quiet gleaning

and the jumble of the day
lingers in the stumble
the stars like jewels
shine
and ermine winter
lays soft across
the years

and catchs frozen
all the tears
of the frustration
of the rage

and so it is
that here
where night
will find
my footsteps

In the corner,
Arms curved out to hold,
Wooden hands protruding,
Stretching and resting,
From its sea green damask clothes,
Its legs slightly bending,
Clawed to the rug below,
Awaiting, making room,
For two if one was small,
To be there snuggled in a lap,
When happy or when sad,
Now worn in spots,
With traces in its threads,
Of all the times it held them,
A father and a son,
Who now grown gazes down upon it,
And imagines he’s still little,
Standing looking up,

We had a misunderstanding .
How can men and women
Feel the same and yet be so different
She said

We lacked the comprehension
To understand how women and men can
Blame each other when they're really both the same
He said

We walked into the room with fire-arms pointing
And took our places on the battle ground
You in your corner and I in mine
She said

We marched in the room with fingers on triggers
We stood our ground on the battle field
Not giving an inch on either side
He said