A look

I love you to the depth
of the black of your eyes and back
love you to the width
of the fields of grain sown in the brown
love you to the length
that stretches round the circle there
which has no start
and so never stops

Reminiscence

It was sweet
each draw was long and smooth
at once its thick laziness would
cascade like a waterfall
even as it rushed, you gulped
for more.

At once you would find yourself
growing tired of the taste
until another sip recalled
the memories of what first
made it sweet.

It was bitter
it stung your tongue and still
you drank for the savor
that was better than a cup of sweetness
to know you could drink the bitter
and prevail.

A waltz

I know a girl who loves her shadow
she follows its every line
no imperfection she sees
for it's dark as can be
and dances in three-quarter time.

I know a boy who chases a shadow
declaring that she will be mine
but having no voice
he's no other choice
but to dance in three-quarter time.

I heard that the shadow-girl met this fellow
and finding him of the same design
on his knees he delighted
to hear she decided
to dance with him in three-quarter time.

Now you'll find the shadow-girl alongside her fellow
their children growing strong and fine
for they know that young hearts
as planned from the start
guide their owners in three-quarter time.

Just kids

A little boy mumbles, a little girl blushes
Their worlds seem to crumble in the rhythmic hushes
Of the hearts they possess within each other's chests
What pleasant pastime to steal each other's breath

What fun it is, sweet melodies suspending
To hold hands and dance as the earth is ending
The bridge will fall, the grave bears us all
Love is all we have left on which to call

So sing our song when doubt is prevailing
wandering through life, the relentless fear of failing
But refusing to try will never teach you to fly
Those who wont leave the ground never can touch the sky

The love that two share will never end
As long as we both shall live, my friend
not made for this mold, we'll transcend this world
That's all that I need, to have, to hold.

Awfully hot for December

It was an indecisive afternoon
already we had spent an hour
in deliberation
perhaps to give ourselves relief
from the overly dictated school day

I threw out suggestions absent-mindedly
kicking the dead grass by the curb
our dissatisfaction with each of them
seemed to satisfy us well enough

Even once I had climbed into the driver's seat
a stillness hung between us
like the one suggestion both would agree on
but neither wanted to make
to drive and drive 'til we were lost
but I pulled up to a Denny's instead.

The Missing

Into the morning,

the world that is stillness,

coldness pierces her everything.

The warmth that escapes her

billows up, and is lost to the night;

with a gulp she attempts to reclaim it,

only a burst of ice meets her sore throat.

Over the treetops framed in darkness

tiny dewdrops rest

like diamonds, the glowing frost casts light

which whispers the impending dawn.

At daybreak, the girl, the earth,
Union, holds her breath.

The last night in the nursery

I did not sleep with you last night
my body did not keep you warm
you did not have my neck to hang on to
when you were scared
my watchful gaze was nowhere
to be seen

You did not have my nose to kiss
or my hair to dry your tears
only the plain blue sheets for company
as in dreams you ventured, you sailed
forth into tomorrow