Wednesday, December 16, 2015

My first poem to you




My first poem to you
Is about tossing and turning
Forever wanting your body holding my body. 

Tonight is morning and I cannot sleep.
Your mind is in my mind.
Do you feel the swelling of my tears in eyes
That want to be with your eyes?
And I toss and turn.
I want you to hold me to hold you,
To smother you (but gently) with my love and
Kisses and start over again. 


I wish I were always within your arms.
Maybe we can become turtles.
Do turtles have to go to work?
We would just be with each other
All the time living in our shells
But in love
Loving each other slowly, intensely.
Now. 

Sunday, December 13, 2015

ONE SEES EACH DAY TO EACH DECADE

One sees each day

To each decade 

Centuries fade

Skeletons

And car heaps.

One sees each day 

To each decade 

Sorrow linger 

Long after guns 

And cannons rust 

Blood and human 

dust. 



In the next pinpoint

Of time we enjoy 

Let us remain 

Where moss is green 

Tiny roots 

Of flowers 

Without fear 

And torment.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Spring


Spring walks in the forest
And picnics by a river,
Stretches herself out
Along beach sands---
Until winter snows
Close the door
On her
Velvet
Verdant

Hands.

Friday, November 06, 2015

April 21, 1987



Never sleep never die by Daniel IIinca



I fell asleep and
Watched my breath---
Awake!
Rise and fall---
But you angel seemed there

Through it all.

Monday, November 02, 2015

Do You Know When I Am Thinking About You?



Do you know when I am thinking about you?

Can you feel my longing across the deserts and the mountains?

Do you hear my voice in the surf tonight?

Calling you, whispering, “Love, love, I love you, how dearly I miss you.”

Or is it your voice I hear instead?

Sunday, November 01, 2015

I Like This Room




I like this room or any room like it
Because it has the pages of many books
Opening to my eyes and touching my soul,
And the soft, tender reaches of my heart---

The steel-edge corners I try not to deny.

Friday, October 30, 2015

DARK LIGHTNING



One crack of doom 

Made him shake in

His silent room

But majestic rain made

Life a magic spell. 


Near the open window

He would say with 

Every bolt of thunder strewn :


""In this earthly hell

I will dwell.
"