When her silhouette dissolves to shadow..

Our fingertips depart, leaving miles between skin and bone..

Don’t go far my love..

Where my voice may not reach you..

In the cool night air my breath warms your face no longer..

Like a mist on the breeze I travel to nowhere..

 Aimlessly drifting..

Searching for the heart of my only love.. 

 Her heart resides in my heart....

          living...

Refusing to wash away...   She fragments my soul like a dandelion in the wind thrust up into the cool breeze of faith...

Only to be found in the grass of the shade tree drooping low...

Pick me and thrust me up please ...

                                              Then come to find me

Search 

We stand along the shore...

Hand in hand waiting for where the wind may take us...

Your hair blows wrapping my face in you...

 But I no longer care...

I no longer blaim the demons for my actions..

You smell of bath beeds and lavender...  

My knees week...

 Brain spining...

 In the right place , the right time you were beauty....

 You were love....

Our time is past...

 Like a rusty blade I will sink back into earth to be found by one searching

 Wooden 

Wrap me in tomorrows.. 

For I am small..

Behind bars ..

You are golden

 My skin dangles from wooden bones..

 For I am weak.. 

My light is yours to take..

Drink it up.. 

Void 

Keep watch my friend…

The shadows grow long and angled 

We will travel as best we can here

In this place of dreams.

We breath in our fate from the lesser gods

Exhale our soul wrapped in butchers paper 

Making our way through the night as rain drops Falling down cascading over windshields 

              No direction in mind

Just out into the void of night

Inamorata 

In your mouth you hold my heart

In your hand my dreams

 Upon your wrist the future rest

Your feet in my hands, the water cleans

The smell of your skin is my baking bread

The small of your back my home

You are inamorata, forever

 Every smile, Every step, Every cell, Every bone 

                               On Tuesday
Don’t hate me lordBut I became an atheist on Tuesday 

I carried her tomb on Monday 

Was lost in the streets on Wednesday

We think within the sky

Within the earth 

Within the stone under the souls of our shoes

Lost, wondering the forgotten city of human empathy 

What happened here lord, to your flock to your children 

You must have a sense of humor or in turn you are not There

Compassion is held between the tooth and gum ready to Be swallowed down only to be brought back when it suits 

Don’t hate us lord

We are lost But trying 

                                                         Flesh 

Walk with me Through fairytales. In streets of melted fleshTrees all in a row, perfect. Singing songs of lost times. Praying to a forgotten God. Cotton fields with sunburned backs. Walk with me, dear friend or be lost In the eyes of the blind.  We are all the canes of the old Let me guide you, through dreams 

                                           Bleed 

Brilliance ingested though your holy heart, through your eyes of wonder, bleeding the mist I inhale through my flowering nostrils…I smell, intertwining your hairs breath as I pray, all one in time and space encapsulating my essence in the palm of your inviting hand….