Yearning

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Yearning

stranger things exist
than my hands
reaching for your face
as if touching you
might excite some connection inside
and turn your head
to see
me

yearning..
what a funny word
for this funny feeling
in my chest
when my eyes rest on you…
it seems I could have found
a more macho word
I could parade around with

you,
with that long distance gaze
warm hands
(and sweet thighs…)
and me,
with my words scattered
all over the floor
trying to sweep up the ones
that might sweep you
away…

love or fear..
these are the only choices
to base our reasoning on
and at this moment…
I’m going with love.

 

Down

hourglass

Down

breaking it down
is always easier…
even gravity loves to lend a hand

your words,
mine…
mixed and mixed up
never walk the straight line

what you don’t say,
flashes across your face
in neon
neon
neon…
branding the flesh of my heart

failure can be as breathtaking
as triumph
and lasts much longer

now, your heart lives elsewhere
though your body shares my bed
like two ice cubes
melting ,
sliding,
in different directions
never to be whole
again…

Sighs

1831

Sighs

time drags its feet
bringing letters from you
like some drunken soldier
wandering his way
lazily back home

I drink too.
all that you are
all that you might be
all that you will be ?

fantasy is a wonderful world
where the angels forgive the rules
and nourish the hearts
of the lovers
and the poets
with unsuspecting messages
from God himself
to remind you
just how alive
you can be.

Alive
that’s a good word
for what you make me feel
the colors have colors
the smells have smells
they were never there before
I am sure
maybe they were just holding back
waiting for appreciation
just like we do ?

it’s true
I may never know
the softness of your hands
the fragrance of your love
but oh,
to taste
the flavor
of your sighs.