#334. honey sleeping

July 25, 2010

storm shards illuminate the dreams
water in sheets and the thunder
dogs barking across the valley
across the lake with children
dancing between the peaks

regarded dreamer gently the changes
flicker in time with your eyelids

#330. brightside

July 21, 2010

the whip falls hard
cracks my back
i hardly feel it
because of your eyes
and the calm
starryness within
their bright depths

#329. still

July 20, 2010

harbor
river
dusk
lights
sharpen
senses
bind
heart
desire

#328. end of day

July 19, 2010

passing out
my thoughts
drift away
your softness
my comfort
your breathy
sweet voice
a joyous lullaby

#165. Th Woman (more)

February 6, 2010

Th woman
as
us as
me
to you
spirit fly
high.

as
whatever is
to be
liked
nurtured rose bushes
botched dish washing.

as no warning
meant here
love and lust to adjust
for us.

***

life
to hold in my arms
is to carry an entire universe
from room to room.
Avoiding the plants
and games
we go to bed.
Sip it slow.
Talk and we find out.
Dream and we find out.
Cry and we find out.

#161. Th Woman (more)

February 2, 2010

Th woman
whose heat
whose heartbeat.    as close as her
hands.
being doing something soft
the best now.

        ***

missing to.
night.
gone to work
it out.

       ***

Th woman
has warmth
a breakfast to make strength
of toast and coffee.
a whole day
apart.

       ***

as dreamed
to find the way of workplay
the song and color
full.

as dreamed        desire
as dream        work
as dreamt         flower
as dreamer         th woman.

in the soft
cold evening of ghostly
new york
all the citizens and characters
bump and tumble
into each other
down subways and out
store doors
feeling their
joyous anxious way
they slip into the holy
anonymity of treasures
and pain that they find at home
or on the streets.
in the morning the ghosts are gone again.

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