From his first lustful touch

The While would be well worn

Though the rent nodded as his heart

Though together we stayed warm

To Stroke and Write ourselves in place

The familiar dusk allowed

Then softly to the sheets above

Disregards to growing vows

Tomorrow saw us in our heat

And heard what we avowed

Aged Words I Revive for You

Poetry I wrote earlier in the year. Small pieces, some I've added to. They may seem amatuer. But they are my soul. And they are all for (you know who you are).



Can you hear me tapping on the floor?
Finding the cracks remind me rivers
I'm thinking of you
Thinking of me
And playing our song in my head
(The one without words)
That always brings rain



Still 15
In a land of lanes
Holding clammy hands
And stealing a first kiss
Planning our proximo lives
And swearing the existence of new dreams
Would you sneak out to me Tonight Tonight?
To where I wait like the farthest star
High above the uncaring moon
With rings of light dancing through my hair?
Oh lover
Will you float to my window
And make me laugh?
And give me daisies?
Or perhaps some hash?
And promises you'll never keep -
But I will -
In a locket -
Sewn to my heart.



You are my sun
My mirror
The source and receptor
Of my burning light
Your head is filled with frowns
(My fault alone)
But let me sail you into my Garden
Care for you
And speak to your soul
Helping you grow
Into the Sun God you
Already are in my eyes

Before, When I Was Angry

You have made me into the monsters
That lurk inside your head
Cold multi-eyed suspicions
Walking numb among the Dead

I had a friend named Stevie
(She told me not to drink)
Though surely not a poet
She lacked the need to think

a fly

black as black

and quite unreasonable

has taken vacation

at top of my page

now crawls into my brain

where it bleeds on the page

When in the Winter
The dead crow's yell
The snow with all Her hands in place
My tired feet toll with the bell
While by the Wind
I contemplate