Did I Ever See Her Again

I see my old street…

I see how it shines.

Those days or red roses and proffered wine.

Moments in an adolescent’s grasp that withstand time.

Around the corner,

and up to the gates of Stone park.

She left

chocolate covered fingerprints upon my heart.

She spoke of things I did not understand.

In youth,

I stuck to the matters at hand.

Did I ever see her again?

No.

No, and wishing would not make it so.

Never the Same Kiss

She touches me in ways I cannot avoid.

It isn’t in the stories…she’s told.

It is not in the wonder-lust or star-dust.

Not in the way she holds my demons near.

And, yet, years have passed…

that kiss never remains the same.

What a taunting challenge laid out before me…

lessons of masked chivalry.

Perhaps, the secret lay in…they loved each other well.

Perhaps, it is simply…she loves me well.

Forgotten Pleasure

Between everything purposeful

Between the wishes for rain

Lies…a stockpile of liquid pain

Twisted ties of what remains

Blatant

transgressions

Sunken battles

Forgotten possessions

Careless love, who knew

Careless love…

It was never up to you

Careless love….

There is only so much you can do

Imagine a world vacant of stormy weather

Imagine…

had not two worlds met.

For not one of us…

is truly desperate

To wish away the ache

Clamor for forever fair weather

Would only tarry for lovers had known before

Tis, far better to have loved…carelessly

Than to have stood naked, heart in hand…

at a closed door

                                       

Soft Cotton

Today, I envisioned her for the first time…with older eyes.

As though I had been staring at the sun far too long.

Sight dusted by light…a slow fade to dusk.

Her smile…mild and pleasant like twilight on a warm summer’s day.

Gracing and caressing…gently strong.

When night falls, the darkness becomes my love…soft cotton flannel for the dim skies so long.

My Dear Drew

I found Dear Drew in a book of Lovely Bones.

A little note from someone to someone else.

A small parched card about not wanting to be alone.

With the challenges of late…

getting old

being less bold

omitting love items that were once owned but now gone.

I found Dear Drew in a book of Lovely Bones.

It told me…

Every morning is a burst of sunshine on my heart to see you next to me.

Your beautiful eyes, the last thing I see at night-fills me with perfect peace.

The touch of your skin.

The smell of your neck.

The taste of your lips.

The feel of your hugs:

Make my throat catch, my breath stops for a moment of recognition.

And, pure happiness sets in.

Thank you for how wonderful you have been.