New Flames

My body is hypnotized poetry
                        his touch is the script to my flesh
                        Tenderly he explores all of me
                        searching hands upon my breasts
                        Aching for his lips upon mine
                        daring to taste his desire
                        He lures me closer
                        I lean into his world
                        Inventing new flames for our fire

Prescription

My soft hands
gliding over your tired soul
like warmth over heat
cover you with sleep
Something that creeps in
Taking hold of your senses
gripping onto your emotions
covering them in suspended depth
retreats for the moment --
This moment that I hold you
so close to my hope
Transcending every venue
of depression and confusion
futile spies who wait
disguised in fear
will hide from the taste
of the sheltered kiss I bring
Tenderly and carefully
lifting you to faith
I will carry uncertainty for you,
this burden, this strangess
an unfamiliar place
My lips land gently
upon your worries
smoothing away
the unruly wrinkles of sorrow
and healing those wounds
that have temporarily left
their reputable bloody disdain
on your possible tomorrows
I will wash you again, my love
Breathing in the late night air
exhaling cool dreams
into your mind
upon your fevered heart
with a silence only given
not wasted
while we are apart
bringing your strength in…
I will hold you high above the night
Listening to your pain and promise
from too many miles away
without you…
but so near to you…
While you rest
I will stay beside you
I will do my best

Your Laughter

I felt it just now -- a powerful pull
A longing to hear that genuine sound
That resonates deep, a seed for my soul
Like a spring flower growing underground
At times it is quiet, or somewhat shy
At others, accompanied by a scoff
One bears a smile reflecting the sky
Your tone deep and husky, but not too rough
The tension is lost, the moment regained
I hear a child remembering joy
When it can no longer be held, contained
It sings the happiness of a young boy
I felt it now  -- my heart's beating faster
How much I miss your infectious laughter

Still In Love

And I'm still in love with your angry heart
The place you stand is not where you can breathe
Empty breeds bitterness. Let me impart
Some hope to your own and lifelong repreive
From questions and choices that may return
Unannounced, dennounced old ghosts from your past
When catching the star that should have been burned
Or waking up a dream once it has passed
Driving to open a path for your feet
Secretly hand you a key to the door
Is diving into an ocean so deep
That once in water, you sink to the floor
But I'm still in love with your cynic side
Another piece of your soul you can't hide

Empty Blue Chair

Eyes smiling hours before
downcast again
Weighted sighs fall past
the cracking crystal floor

Heart caught in between
after and before --now
Like a twisted spleen
in the hinge of a door
that won't open or close
Give less to give more?

A diligent pain
you can't pray to ignore
And still?
Eyes brimming
growing a chilled, cold stare
Rest their blurry vision
upon an empty blue chair

Hand moving softly
back pressed against your door
Tracing asymmetrical circles
over the reappearing scar
from the love I once bore

Emotional Burnout

I don't how to finish this one
This scene of emptiness
Serenity is gone!
Unclean silence
surrounding your cynical
torched laughter
Emotional burnout
will leave us
unhappily ever after
And you make no choice
but run further and faster
creating in my heart
one catastrophic disaster

Solitary Moment

How do I convey to the world
what it's like to miss
your orange juice smile
after October's first kiss
And do you remember
the night we lay in mirrored slips
Botticelli bodies swapping souls
wrapped in nothing but bliss