Monday, May 03, 2010

What Time We Spent

My what a time we spent.
Your bed so soft.
Clinging to each other,
Moving this way and that.
Burning together into ash.
Unbridled in our passions.
Your mouth on mine.
If only we had died this once
Both of us happy.

Sunday, May 02, 2010

In the mirror in front of me
my hands on you
your hand reach back
as we stand dripping
sippery and delicious
our tongues and we
begin again
the long slow dance
we have perfected
like pilgrims returning
home again
to the promised land

For Jane

Outside our bedroom window
in the dark of a spring
rainy midnight
a lone bord warbled
its varied love song
as if it knew what
we were doing
with our windows open.
It trilled on for an hour
in the middle of that night
singing descant
to my heart's melody.
I know you don't come her.
So I can say what I want to say.
I want to say I hate you
But I'll do that another day.

Im sorry for all Ive said to you
More sorry every day.
But how do I take back in words,
What I ask for when I pray.

I want to say my last farwell
Close the chapers of this book.
But then I know just what I'd do.
Leave it there, hoping you'll look.

I see you happy when your with me
And sad when you with him.
You work so hard to make it work.
And your life is still so grim.

I know how much he hurts you.
I see it on your face.
I see worse than the bruses.
As your smile starts to erase.

Even when I should hate him
The way he treats you so base.
I look and with with envy.
I'd gladly take his place.

Then darkness deep with me,
Forces me to leave.
Before I give you what you need.
A body for you to grieve.