Archive for February 15, 2008
and the last…
before i sleep….
my horror-scope. but it’s always dead on. this guy is always dead on. weird.
yes. i’d certainly like to find that person…(see the PS section)
still waiting…
–Lake Dreams–
You soar over me
like a flock of geese
migrating toward temperate waters
in my dream.
I lay back
beneath the path of you
my other half,
caressing heaven
with your paintbrush hands.
Only need to wait
for what is us, to come
lake and sky merging,
your atmosphere my heart,
my surface your lungs.
(this i actually wrote music for, as well…)
an old poem, but one that seems appropriate…
–Hurt–
Do not touch
the heavy drawn curtains
of her arms draped
against breasts.
She is sleeping
dreaming of untouchability
sensitive like a fern,
her fronds fold in
on themselves
at the slightest threat.
She is green
she is delicate.
You cannot make
what is closed open,
without coral waters
hummingbird nectar,
the sweet ripeness
of a peach.
