Spiral

It seems my soft touch was not enough
to keep you here for one more hour
or less if I should ask as much
so now the night begins to sour
We talk of ifs as though we learned
to take advantage of the time
But live in hindsight overturned
and bury forgiveness inside of rhyme

Somewhat like my poetry
I feel even more insecurity
Goodnight to me
is good morning to you
And unfortunately recently
there are so few...

8:00

Around eight o' clock tonight
it surprised me, overwhelmed me --
that insatiable desire
to tenderly kiss your lips
And this whispered memory
wrapped in warm, searching bliss
found its way to my thoughts
lingering there patiently
waiting for your touch
I miss you so much
As the song of us
played in a nearby room
I glanced at the moon settling down
into her night's peaceful dreams
desperately longing for your hands
to gently caress my growing fantasy
I remembered how making love to you
was the ultimate crescendo of ecstasy

Once, Tonight

And now I know with tears I cannot hide
The place your heart and mind went for awhile
To write and write and write but not to bide
Your time with me until you saw my smile
I've been through this with you too many times
And all you do is hang your head for now
But someone else will always catch your eye
With better prose minus the precious vow
So now my pen resides inside its box
The hurt will keep its love and words at bay
Those words that gave us life will now be locked
The poetry in my mind fades to grey

Once, a word from you was like a soft kiss
Tonight I feel like nothing but a tryst

Unoriginal Rhyme

Forget traditional forms
and iambic rules
you hurt me deeply
I feel like a fool
These words were all I had
for you at one time
and now they are simply
lines of unoriginal rhyme
This place contains
a diary of my soul:
memories of our flesh
and stories we haven't told
You treat it like some
time consuming aferthought
listening closer
only when we have fought
But I felt it tonight
and knew you were preoccupied
when I read it I felt
perpetual pain rise inside
It does come first
and I should understand
you have so much to do
to accomplish your plan
But balance and limits
are echoes of fear
You shouldn't condone them
not with me here
I think of those times
at the foot of your bed
or the stunning moments
when you finally said
How much you love me
and need me in your life
but tonight I feel
the jagged edge of your knife
Salted wounds of envy
break open, sting and burn
while pangs of regret bleed
what I should have learned
Maybe it doesn't matter
when I take the time
to praise your clever songs
and share what is on my mind
Oh how you inspire
every part of me
If you could only feel my touch
I know that you would see

How very much I love you...

But Why am I bothering to speak?
You are already asleep

Ridiculous Ramble

Where is my pen?
I must go and write!
This sadness is growing
and replacing the light
that our love once brought
in the middle of the day
and I'm not sure why
it has gone away
My words are simple
bordering on trite
but you're the reason I'm awake
in the darkness of night
when others are sleeping
arm around arm
and a sigh keeps them safe
like a loving alarm
Do you think I write poetry
to hear myself whine
I'm defeated by your will
and your lack of time
If I had known long ago
that your ability to stay cool
would transform me into
 a ridiculous rambling fool...
Would I have allowed love
to be so unkind and cruel

Sleep

Sleep waits for me
I sense her near
And some years from now
I will finally leave
your careless silence
leaning against the wall
and crawl into my bed
of permanent hibernating dreams

Ungrasped

Slowly
Steadily
I am transforming
into the one
you thought you wanted
This metamorphasis
is dangerously disarming
my will to stay close
is constantly fading
I'll hold my breath
for as long as I can
remaining silent
until you finally speak;
Releasing it only
to kiss which hand
had promised to hold mine
while climbing up this peak
As quickly as your pseudo-grasp
loosens its grip --

I end this trip