One Morning

Slowly he wakes to welcome the morning
Flesh still frozen under too many sheets
Rubbing his forehead, stifling his yawning
He lingers one moment in private peace
Stretching his arms to loosen his muscles
Bending his body to strengthen his core
Tilting his head, picturing her smile
Distracted now -- missing her even more
He stares out the window, reasons unclear
Remembering her hair tousled and pressed
Against his face, slightly covering his ear
Her soft morning sigh when he touched her breast
Miles away she dreads the silent morning
Hand over heart, consumed by her longing

Middle Ground

Middle Ground can flood
if there is too much rain
or a synthetic supply of wasted years

Middle Ground can erode
solid soil fading to grains
if the water is toxic
saturated with painful tears

Middle Ground (you say) is easier
if you tread lightly above the plains
and stay removed from our fears

But if you are living in the air
over Middle Ground regained
Won't I eventually disappear?

Scar

Walk towards me slowly
Beat --
Sound --
Loud to fast
High to low
Surrender the smile
to my desire for you
You're coming
faster, deeper and further
into my private play zone
This music is sinking in
infiltrating my secrets
-- splitting my soul --
into parts I remember
and pieces I will forget
Cool air chills my drink
while heavy heat
beats erratic, static passions
to my sleeping heart
Memories start to sweat
from your wet, longing lips
I'm upon you quickly
like unexpected weather
turning from calm to wild
Some mother's young child
once too kept, too confined
to time's empty space
wanting to taste sex
from your first line
Strangers crowd this place
and I can lose myself
Cloaked easily behind
the dangerous rythm
of the steady, rising heat
and face to face
sweating body to body
we meet.
I touch you
like you've never been
touched before
Permanently creating in you
one estactic sigh
Silently owning you,
I purposely scar you
for more than one song
for longer than one life

Happy Birthday

Brown square box opened
Silver love with detailed kiss
Was almost perfect

Afterlife in a Book

Leave this book with me when I'm laid to rest
My heart will remember, my soul will know
My fingers clutching it next to my breast
Return me to warmth I knew long ago
Leave this book with me its pages, our dreams
Nobody will know why it stays so close
Leaves from our fall decorating the seams
Beneath pale hands, a bible to its ghost
Leave the book with me when I'm dead and gone
When I can't feel the rain upon my cold skin
Arouse my spirit with your haunting songs
Awaken me when we can love again
Leave this with me inside of my coffin
Weep on my grave, remember us often

Reading With Fear

My shaking hands cradle the book once more
And read the words from your heart sent to mine
My mind wells up with fears beyond that door
That closes when you do not have the time
To tell me that I am your life, your breath
While loving me from very far away
Remind me our faith will survive this test
When silence seems to be the only way
To cope with feelings we no longer share
But why I do not understand at all
It isn't right, or wrong but it's not fair
We ran at first and now we have to crawl?
My tears hit pages memorized too fast
Fearing our love is just too real to last

Too Many Breaks

Words fade on pages
Memories become dusty
like unused sheets
on an empty bed
And trust me
It's not in my head
when you don't have time
just to give time
There's nothing left
to be said;
Catching your breath
is merely living your life
waiting for my death