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“soundly”

i gently rouse
from my afternoon nap,
i’m slightly startled
i had fallen asleep.
i am met
by the stuffing of sounds-
a train rattling by,
road hungry, devouring
landscapes,
belly full of fire
huffing gas and ambition
like stout men off to work.
the tapping of keys
on a laptop. business. a dance
of spider fingers
weaving a bit of work
into a webbed success,
voila!
rain. ahh. pattering, cascading,
river drenching
a sun-dried weary
suburban forest.
lightning. thunder. if the powers
had children
i imagine them now
rough-housing like tumble weeds
amongst the clouds.

delicious, i think, and i cozy back
in my nap time after-haze,
enjoying this afternoon-
quite soundly-
with a sigh.

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“face”

i have never touched
one’s forehead
as i do yours, how
beautiful are those lines, the crinkle
of your eyes
the scent of cologne
and shampoo, damp in
the summer night
and this smile, you have
melted me as if i were
butter on a skillet
 
i did not know then
the heartaches to endure
the love to experience
the myriad of troubles
ive fallen into-
enchantedly, passionately,
i’ve come to love
the mole on your neck
and how you laugh
when I kiss it so
the smallest things, the flaws,
the holes, the anger,
the love and want, the
humanness
of you

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“love”

my hands tremble
like seedlings breathing for
the first time
the sun bright on their tender greens
the air buoying them upright. ah life
smiles on us
in spite of storms
in spite of fires
in spite of the coldest, hardest winters
we live again

I love you

a quietness.

your voice had turned
warm, like a morning sun
and winter had relinquished
its last drop of ice

I love you, too

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“boheme”

darling, I’m in wonder
my fingertips
washed in rouge wine
my glass
star-bathed in the watercolors of
a dozen stringed lights
dripping off the vines
of this old bar
my being
soaked in the music
of a familiar song I have fallen for

you

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“basket”

cool cat, you
lazy-grinned sweetheart
sultry-sipping Houston’s alleys
as if you’ve dipped
your old-fashioned glass
into the smoking skies
and had your fill
of all this city’s
messy marvels.
Ay, I’d join you.
I’d wish again for the
sugar push of lips
to cigarette smoke, my
ash tray smudge on a
clean white shirt. Bad
boy, hole in the heart
devil of a
joy

But I basket
all your sweetness
in my arms.
And only the love
of summers and
angels
can kiss the
heartaches
we hide

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“rain”

rain.
slow brushing sleepy streets
dew dripping on the eaves
wine gushing out of spouts

rain.
a Sinatra’s song playing
a television turned down
cold evenings with someone
you love

rain.

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“unlocked”

-part one-

Oh door, you have been shut,
the better to quiet the noise.
And yes, the handle has rattled
and the wood has banged
under the weight of your pressures.
But oh, I have not budged
from where I stood. I did not wince
at the agonies or the hounds. And perhaps
a thousand trains passed, or
a hundred storms raged, yet
I did not hear
a sound.

-part two-

the banging had stopped. quiet
after the rain.

I listened.

I heard laughter.
I heard music.
I saw a bit of light from
under the crack.
Curious, I unlocked it.
Pushed it open, just a peek.
a bit more.
How funny, yes. How funny
to realize
how I’ve missed
the light of
your ways.

All you had to do
was smile.

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“window”

Somewhere in this world
is a little cafe
on a cobbled street corner
and the rain and mist
quietly fog the glass
And I imagine I’m there
while the coffee warms
on my fingertips
as I contently gaze
out the window
at all the passerbys
and wonder at
how kind life could be
with you.

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“Inked”

When I think too much and say too little,
and end up feeling strange and mental,
I pull a book that smells of dust,
and bury deep in those inked rusts,
and find my thoughts are not alone —
In fact they’re made to feel welcomed,
as if the writer knew my dreams,
and wrote of realms and magic things,
and all those shady hidden thoughts
have surfaced up like bubble pops, ah! —
How fun and lovely is a friend
That speaks to you with ink and pen.
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“a sense of”

The spaces in my heart have filled, the noise has simmered down, and in the nestle of your arms, I’ve lost the golden crown.

The longest time the ground has shook, and now I’ve found my feet, so steady here beside your own, surrendered in defeat.

And where your kiss has planted, upon a startled brow, the storms subsided to a dim, the rain a trickle now.

And this small hand has weathered long, the chill and empty air, now blankets warm and easy in the promise of you near.

In other words I’ve missed you, and when you’re here I feel, pure happiness and a sense of peace, unthethered and revealed.

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