such fantasy

with an angel’s kiss I am lifted
darkness falls from me like water

and I dream

to live in your eyes
and dance in your heart

such fantasy
desire

I can’t remember if it’s three or four
but I would live in between the beauty of your neck

I could spend a life time
counting
kissing

to taste
to breathe
to feel

this days dream
this evenings scene

such fancy

a lifetimes dance gone by
with an angel’s kiss

a new one begins

whiskey

What inspires me?

A kiss
A touch

I guess the primal feelings the primal emotions…
Hate, greed, vanity… love

Guess discovering the difference, the polarity of each…
I love to love
Hate to hate and am so vain…

I lost the difference.

What replaces touch?
What replaces love?

Hate
Deceit

My god I wanted nothing more than love
We want nothing more than touch

We dance these days to the beat of our peer’s heart…
Forgetting

We belong, we matter…

It might not matter that your eyes dance in my dreams
that your skin was once wrapped around mine

We touched
We were in the same moment and we breathed the same air

What inspires me?

Loneliness

Whiskey

brought me a kiss

These things, these days maybe my personal haze

tucked me in
brought me a kiss
your lip, our kiss

touched skin
yours next to mine
you fit

your sleeve
on my sleeve

this heart
the heart it lays
it lies

these eyes glossed
black
emotions left
nothing

these days alone
waiting

for no reason

we fit

it rained here

It rained here at work for a short while... made it a wee bit muggy...

But the smell of the rain mixed with the asphalt and dust stirs memories of walking my way home from Wyco Elementary. I can feel the water making its way through my cheap shoes and my Wrangler blue cords are soaked. The rain washes my stringy hair into my eyes and I can feel the slightest breeze on my face. In these moments there are no worries, I am not home, I am not at school, there are no peers I have my freedom and I am alive.

The slightest scent of sage and rag weed loft in the air and only the laughter that resonates in my mind is louder than the rain against the earth.

The lush green lawns of the area before my home soak up the wetness like vast green sponges and I wonder what a lawn might feel like.

As I near my home anxiety and nervousness rise inside me. My dad is home, he’s not working today, and maybe it’s been a while. I should not have been this wet.

The rain washes the dirt from our yard where grass should be, might have been or one day, I dream, might be. A brown river that matches my own despair runs into the storm drain. So many dreams I think, go the same way.

touch this, this way

I guess, sometimes life gets blurred
Everyday drivel
Maybe just me

Who really knows or understands what this , this love is?
This love that love, love of flesh and greed, money and deed….this is our new love.

Is it understanding, or taking every part of your loves love for truth, for the “word”.
Is it taking our loves, loves hand, their heart and placing it in our own?

In these days of our dust, our lust, and our money hungry ways, how could we know love?

We lost our way and we are dredging in the filth of our fathers to find our way

This wall to wall carpet and brown leather chair…is this love?

Is love this twenty dollar bill…
Lip locked and loaded for this days pleasure…

This is how we show love…
Touch this, this way…

Love I think hides behind the eyes
Big brown, blue, green globes of truth…

Wow … where did my globe go?

I want again to know truth; I want to know the warmth of my loves love, the bosom, and the heart beat of loves true love.

Or just a drink…
Whiskey
Maybe two

we would dance

dreamt day blue
love so sure
so true

just a touch
you move
me
from me
i see trails

only to you
only to hold you
to touch
to be

slipped lip wishes
touched skin
breathless

thoughtless look takes away breath
city lights dance
gods gasp

a thousand times a death
for just one
we would dance

a day dream dreamt
taken away

surely a dream
surely only blue