Love is what I have
Yet love is what I seek
The love I have is not the love I want
The love I want is the love i'll never have
I seek this love so desperately
Though it's presence I'll never feel
Why is it that I want this love with all my heart?
Although it's existence wasn't meant to be.
I try to hide my hunger for this love
But the twinge refuses to subside.
Should I continue to breathe this lie?
Will it vanish, fade or die?
The feel of you -
apple tart and wet
where we rolled in fresh cut grass,
and traced rain on leaves
and each other.
You taste like what I wanted
but couldn't ask for
and the poetry of your bones
blooms warm and wild
in the bright eclipse of clean.
She wanted to live in an old villa
or a cottage by the sea
ramshackle
with cool slate flagstones
covered in moss
that cupped her feet
like queens
and grapevines trailing like brides
down to the water
where she would sit and paint
the red boats
and the warm slant of sun
that toyed with the long morning
and filled it with conversation.
She wanted to beckon the afternoon
and gather it in her lap
rocking
in a bentwood chair
under a trellis
that grew ivy green
like the madness
of untamed summer
where she could write memoirs,
scandals of lovers
and too many trysts
that would raise eyebrows
and she would sip Limoncello
whi
He grew up enchanted -
a magic man
whose music kept the world awake
and made the stars quake
like tiny children
plucked from bed.
He was a stranger
in a stranger land,
who walked on water
while we slept;
and when the children wept,
he made colors with his eyes
and stitched the skies
like quilts of eiderdown -
patches of blue and violet,
featherweight and coarse
like tufts of peacocks
and hung them up
behind the clouds
and set orbs
like spangled berries
to keep heaven company,
hoping the moon's sly glow
would grow silver
and startle the air
and let him keep it
like a long swathe of midnight...
You got mad at me that day
I got high on communion wine
and tied
your rosary around my hips
and told you I could talk to God.
I could read the lines
on his cheeks
right through these calloused palms
and I loved
how his voice rose up
tempered and clear like spring,
not thin and waspy
like you promised.
He called me by name
and while his coat was too long
for me to see his feet,
I knew he did not wear shoes
and anger was not his road.
He took my hand to walk
and told me
there was no shame
in falling with grace
and that the broken
would always be heroes in his eyes
because they know
what it is like
to wear
a
My ramshackle heart
speaks French in doorways
where street lamps
spin like dervishes
across the sidewalks
and the light curls
up to the sky
and lays its breath upon the night.
It beckons a beautiful woman
to slide out of bed
and run away
from her dreams
and slip into
a dangerous shade of red
in front of a jealous mirror
that can read her mind.
It lures her to dance,
an invitation
of tango steps
that bob and weave
like punch drunk stars,
hip to hip,
my hands whispering a sonnet
under her breasts.
It kisses her mouth
a long and luscious untelling
of stories
and wanders down her arms
like fire
gilding my palms,
maki
Light airy and misty sweet,
A promise of hope given complete,
Drenched in dreams of the most passionate kind,
Dew kissed promises arrive in time.
A magical vision of blissful hope too,
Realized honored sought by few,
Decadent that smile given sublime,
Your aura your truth I need to entwine.
For deep is the connection only felt not peaked,
Terror each day spent alone I seek,
The light of day to be shown relief,
Purest form of compassion a sacred belief......
11:11
I wish for something in my life to give
And though nothing happens
It's the only sense of hope I have
After tragedies write themselves
And after my names been written in permanent ink
I watch the clock tick by
As the second hand passes by
And as nothing changes
In my miserable life
I wish for 11:11 again to pass by
And as I sit here
Seconds turn to minutes
Minutes into hours
Hours into days
Days into weeks
And as my sorrows grow worse
I'll still wait for my seconds to wish
For a better life
But nothing comes
When all your hope
Rides on a wish
That's made on a star
That begins to fade away
Seconds too late
I'