I
To dream in depths
Of sky blue
And feelings
Lost and found.

Hush and quietly
Let me take
Your cheek
To a breast warm.

And breathing
Deep in serenities
Sleep with eyes
Closed and know
To call me home, I
Am sanctuary
Sweet.

I am soil rich
And moist, the
Decay that feeds
Life deep.

II
She has been
Slain, conquered
In fey rays of gentle days.
She is scared and wide-eyed willing
To break, to break sweet, to exist in mist
Rising, fog on the streets, blinding.

He needs
To go wild a bit
And she
Don’t think she
Can watch that,
Not sure she
Can be that
For him
Not when
She is wanting
More and willing
To linger yet
Awhile.

I mean,
How could she take
The risk of being
The one
He moves on
From like that.
Naw, but she
Can be
The one
He moves on
From in
Friendships’ sorrow
Bitter sweet
Knowing
He grew
From her healthily.

His smile slays
Her in a ten-fold
Of heaven and hells.
He is some kind
Of wonderful
She deserves.

Robert,
Where are you in the diadem?
I cannot find you in dreams.

And perhaps I pushed him
Away to save him the watching
Of my dying someday.
I do wonder.

I step lightly into this goodnight
Having stopped to glance the moon
O’er long, the clouds fast transforming
And feel the coolness, smell the richness
Of the approaching hour.

And I worry about you, Tommy mine,
Your quest is in my thoughts and prayers.

Echoing the twig that snaps sharp
And startling, the sudden intake of
Breath, the heart beats fast.

The cold is forming, numbing, ready.

I
Words trip lightly and roll off
A tongue without thought or censure
Of a heart that beats in a rhythm deeper,
Slower than the average bear.

Her body temp low daily and
Coming up to par begets fervor
Of restless dreams and desires of deeper,
Passion and fire like no other.

II
Yet she resides in the stillness
On the surface
Of thoughts and passions’ murmur
Of chance and possibilities’ deeper meaning,
Shaking, holding herself at bay
Like the dog longing, bird in sight,
Waiting for her master’s command.
Like the dog already having tested the razor wire,
The elctric fence.

There is none stronger than her heart save
Her will and oft her perseverance.

III
She spins, twirling
Face to the sun
On tiptoe falling
Shoulder to the grass
Rolling and giggling
Dogs licking face
And feet she curls
Into a little ball
Then spreads
Arms wide stretching
Back arching
Smile beaming
Stunning at the new day
She is alive
She is alone and sighs.

Solace. I dream
Of mountains and cold
And the sun that shines
That is my god. Nature.
Of beaches and walking
Lithely on tiptoes through
Crowded streets moving
Swiftly around and beyond.
Alone.

I am understanding more
Each day and It brings me
No closer to any save myself.
I am solidifying beautifully.

I awoke tangled
In bears and linens and sweat,
After too many hours of sleep,
The fever I know is there will not
Break. Hand on womb, thoughts turn
But I am scared to retreat from others
Even you to save me.

I am not attracted to weakness
And it is unbecoming of me.
Slowly the spirits sinks when
The body of it’s nourishment is depleted.

All this and I keep smiling, humming, I am happy.