I wasn’t looking
when I found you
looking at me
looking at you.
...
Could it be the sound of a leaf falling gingerly to the ground,
or that of one’s heartache reaching out in muted screams of pain and longing?
Could it be the sound of a rosebud breaking gently into full bloom,
...
Make me the reason for
the sparkle in your eyes
the spring in your step
the ripple in your thighs.
...
leo nights
are here again
killing me
with the violent winds
...
The glass is empty.
The faucet is dry.
The shadows linger.
It is cold outside.
...
Green envelops the road less traveled.
At daybreak the familiar terrain unravels.
Where are the cherubs with their toothless grins
chasing pavements and dragging chains?
...
It's been so long since I've risen with the sun.
There had to be a reason and there was none.
Hopeful mornings kissed by dew's sweet gleaming
Ignored in the humdrum of toil and trouble streaming.
...
passing through
now familiar highways
cold winds battering a ravaged face,
thoughts drift away
...
If my heart had wings
it would have flown with the wind
and lingered where your thoughts are.
...