open your mouth
and love me
taste
the salt
we make
between us
i feel
the curl
your hair
on my lips
and
i long
to linger
there
once again
you happen to glance my way
and catch me
gazing at you
by now
you know
that my dreamy-eyed look
is not me seeing a made up you
no
its me
marveling
at the fact that you are the same
dreaming and waking
and
how blessed i am
to know you
my breath breathes warm for spring
so i do peek
under crusts of snow
to rich dark earth
awaiting
fragrant
connections
to sow
I see you
and am
a wet-palmed boy
suddenly
struck silent
and awed
dabbing my palms
before we dance.
here i behold
serendipity
written
in words
shared before they are known
we are not strangers
no
the stars say as much
written
in their glittering runes
are our words
both spoken
and yet undreamed
so close to you
that my soul rises
filling me
with nervous dreams
standing there
in the crisp night
wondering
if you would see through the offer
of a warming arm around you
as my inmost yearning to touch
offerring my fingers
if not my lips
and letting them dance
across your palm
tr...
To the tune of Simple Gifts & Lord of the Dance
In the passing of the day,
and the death of the sun,
I plant a seed
in the rhythm of the drum.
And I have you all
in a circle you see,
To spark your sprit
through the dance with me.
[Chorus]
Dance! Drum! wherever you may be!
Feed your he...
all life together lives,
and all are connectedbeyond the self,
we share a soul
in that oneness,
we know bliss
in that bliss,
we look upon the mirror
of the heavens,
and we open to the truth
within us all,
is the face
of the divine,
and the soul
of creation.
reflected in your eyes
streetlamps are stars
they move my heart
and urge me to hold you
closer
longing to smell
the vanilla of your skin
dreaming your perfume
searching through my clothes
and sheets
for traces of you
now long gone
i look out onto an empty room
and i feel the echo of my aloneness
i tire of filling the space
with disembodied words from recordings or radio
as the winter sets in
i pull back
like sap
deep into a tree
wanting
to be missed
i hope another will come
bearing the warmth of a thaw
i miss her
she has been so soft and full recently
waiting
in the cold crisp sky
a silent sky
fills my ears
in the glow of my watery stara silent sky
feeds my soul
warm and full and safe
like oatmeal
on a winter morning
i bend over and take the wood
from the stack under the tarp
its dry
stacked a year ago
the snow blows away
my arms are full
carrying wood to the porch
stacked again
inside the door
near the stove
they wait
