Category Poems
I am a mime.
Burning fingers pressed
against frozen air.
Fingerprints engraved on the whirl
of wind that guards your heart,
hides your heart,
traps your heart in the eye
of the storm. Snatches
wisps of meaning
with intrusive fingers.
Promises bits of something better…
promises unfulfilled.
I draw closer.
Laughing, taunting, stealing
the breath from my lungs.
Worn lungs,
searching for air,
gasping for words,
for some part of myself
to launch into the wind
as if it could reach you.
A million years ago
I walked on edges
Always on the edge of something
Something wild
Bright lights and long nights
Lots of laughter and music
You will always be on my mind
The splendor of true love,
Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down.
Allowing emotion and desire to take two people away to finding the real
pleasures learn by the burning candles and sweet red wine.
We touched our wine glasses.
Held our kisses deep and long.
The locked door leaving us protected and safe.
In a dreamer’s paradise.
The coldness of Winter brought her to me.
She wanted someone to read poetry to her and keep her warm.
I wanted someone to give me hope and strength.
I remembered she came to me late in the evening.
whose rays caress your face.
I’m jealous of the stars
whose company keeps you safe.
I’m jealous of the rain
teardrops falling down
symbolizing my pain
wishing you were around.
Memories fading
Did we ever exist?
I thought we had it all
But hope is lost
In a broken world
Where you and I ran free
To be anything
Our minds could imagine
Now we’re all grown up
And I don’t recognize you anymore
Earth, Stars, the canvas, brushed
Each being a thread in its tapestry
Illuminating verses in history’s ode
Soul; Debate of old, Mortal’s kin
Far fonder than a blissful reverie,
Aura of vibrant, pure wonder,
Scents of nature divine
Soft sighs torn from slicked lips.
Watching, waiting,
Tempted, taken,
Anticipation building and threatening
To take over.
Through the windowpane she sees
Two as one.
Needing to write herself in the story,
Not yet done.
It’s where I keep the kitchen sink
Contrary to popular demand
It’s also where I keep the sewing kit and the first aid box, close at hand
It’s where I keep the pots and pans
And the dust
Oh how it multiplies without the intervention of the brush
It’s where I keep the plush toy, bought with your last pound
With the words I love you, stitched across the chest
In blue
We sat in the warm beach sand
Basking in the sun
I sat between your legs
My back pressed against your chest
Your fingers caressed my leg lovingly
And you spoke softly in my ear
I turn to look you in the eyes
As you whisper adoringly, words of love
Our eyes meet in heady passion
And your hand goes to my neck
Bringing me in for a breathtaking kiss
That leaves my toes curling in the sand
We end the kiss with a small laugh
And you smile, dimples gracing your cheeks
I run my hand through your hair
Loving the way you lean into my touch
The summer days were long.
The splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.
Beckon us to the sea.
The heat of hot days.
Thaw our cold hearts.
The beauty of Monterey coastline.
Purify the sadness and losses of living.
I remember you.
Waiting for me on the sand.
You called me the laughing Poet.
A fugitive and faithful friend.
You were my sanctuary and imperfect Angel.
Your blue eyes would watch the waves dance on the shore for hours.
Allowing the Pacific Ocean to erode layers of disappointment away.
