Tranquil Times

For the past few mornings
I could be seen with you
Tracing every line
Treasuring every memory on your face
I run my fingers over your laughter
All the smiles you have offered out
The happiness you presented, selflessly
To the world and in spite of the gods
Carefully I outline every sunrise
Every morning you allowed yourself
To breath in the open air
To bathe in the Sun's burning hand
If caution can be spelled
It reads like a vapor
Dissipating on your cheek
My soft fingers run over a life
Outlining long nights in smoke
I follow you trembling
Knowing that you are reality
Realizing that these eyes
Though closed in repose
Once buckled under heartbreak
Once flooded with uncertainty
As my hand records your everything
I wonder if this could be prayer
A message in thanks for this harbor
An oasis in a desert world
When will we return to the real?

I Think You're Strong

I think you're strong
You have a courageous ability
The force of a gentle spirit
I think you're strong
Yet, not for the lack of your smallness
I think you're strong
But it's in your kindness
Echoed in my calmness
Yeah, I think you're strong
And not for a mighty hand
Or for Darwin's theory, or on whom you stand
It's your meekness
A smile to cut the pettiness
It's all for your willingness
To love
I think you're strong

To my Jon David

You spin my mind
Into daunting shades of blush
Hues of the perfect
Poetic promise
Of life and the forever
Shade me from
A cruel reality
Yet, only with you in the actual
Gallantly you stride
Over the hot coals
I provided as my past
With out fear you come
For me
For my red stains
You give to me
"I love you"
And the tears travel
Seeping down every definition
Flooding vision and visage
All with hope
Confidence in tomorrow
There has been a world
Full of the admirers
And plenty are the admired
It is not for the lack of them
I do not yearn for the multitudes
It is the one and the unparalleled
It's you

The Gift of Adoration

I feel like silk
Someone has taken their time
To experience me
To run their fingertips
Softly
With a slow, delicate hand
As if I were the last
A single drop of honey
I have been savored
And with just the eyes
The truthful gaze of this
Man of my power
Comes the release
The snatch of the veil
A breath from self deception
I am the moon
Singing to the night
"I am real
Regard me"

My night with Renata.

Last night
I slept with Tebaldi
She gave out strident, wholesome tones
I lay by her
Letting
The full force of her cry
Hit me directly
Between the eyes
There were lucid moments
There between the sheets
Broken by the crack
My open eye
Closing the door
Shutting my reality
Gratefully assisted
By a dead soprano
I fell away
Seeping back
Into a boundless world
The land we fear
Yet are completely sovereign
Into the world of possibility
Where I have wings
Because I, in fact, have wings
Where truth is malleable
And you, a set of hands

What is your smile?

A rigid, winter breeze
Wrapping around my neck
It gently presses
And for the briefest moment
I choke
Lose all air
The ability to breathe
Taken
But not sought for
I should gasp
Yet I need
I long for you
To crack your perfect
Painted lips
Mar the surface
Not for the world
Hide it
From the Earth
Against the heavens
Give to me
Your brilliance
Your cover
Your boundless
Smile

Red

Paint me
Red
Baptize me in the color
Of blury, furious nights
I'll lose my breath
Gasp for air
Paint me
With fire
I beg for the heat
The burn of my brother
Please
Paint me
With angry, euphoric red
I once tasted
Once wondered at the fragility
The devastatingly sustaining strength
Of hot, sticky summer stains
Still flickering flames
Leaving me seeing the world
Through rose colored shades
I ache
I starve
Hungry for boiling blood
I like you
I'd like you
To paint me
Red