That Fluctuates and Flutters inside you.

It Floods your heart and Fills your soul.

It Follows you awake and Finds you in your dreams

And Finally Falls Fresh

On your weary soul.

I’m taking a break and letting love find me

Let Love takes its turn

Fumbling and stumbling through the darkness

Reaching out desperately at every empty promise

And flimsy dream

Let love reach out its arms

To embrace the nothingness.

Maybe then Love will understand

And come home.

 I just sit

And breathe

And wonder how long till all of the air inside this box

Is gone

Hold

Open your eyes so that my charm and my arms

Can open your thighs

So our bodies can dance the dance not forbidden but encouraged

To mingle our essence and bathe me in the honey sweet nectar of your being

And inject you with the hot creamy manifestation of our elevated pulse.

Our faces to the heavens

O God

O God

Please don’t stop this feeling of filling

This feeling of outside ourselves looking down on the savage thump

Of glistening skin against glistening skin

The evidence of our longing left parallel to the spine

Like so many scratches born of our animal ecstasy

Like so many things laid raw from the friction of our satisfaction

Release

Let it go,

Let it fly.

I was told it would return

But that was a lie.

I let my love go

And it never returned.

That bridge has been crossed,

Washed away,

And burned.

So I stand on the shore

Looking out at my life

The river too deep

The mountain too high.

Standing on the opposite shore

Love, such a tease.

The tears on my face

Being dried by the breeze

She motions to me, love with her charm,

I believe for a moment she’ll do me no harm.

Then in the distance,

Barely in sight,

Another bridge appears

But something’s not right.

This isn’t my bridge that I long for in sleep

A new experience awaits

A new treasure to keep.

My hope is awakened,

Refreshed and renewed

The bridge in the distance now closer in view.

I reach it now

And hurry across

Gone in elation

My pain and my loss.

I look back at the bridge,

Then down at the sand

And realize this is not unexplored land.

The footprints go forth

Far out of sight

To that far distant place where the day meets the night.

It suddenly dawns that the footsteps are mine

I’ve been this way before

It’s not my first time.

I look back at the shore

From where I just came

Cant help but to think this is love’s cruel game.

A game nonetheless I’m determined to win

But somehow I know I’ll be this way again…

Still

Face toward heaven

Existence fading like an inferno sun behind a melting horizon

Chaos replaced by a lingering peace 

forever seared by the heat of past passions

The syrupy sweet magnificence of life

Falling on my soul like a soft chocolate rain

 Four corners my only company

Waiting for a door to appear from the emptiness

Hungrily awaiting an angel to enter and liberate my soul

Held hostage by Love

I search pointlessly for an escape

 A crack in the foundation to wedge my finger in and begin prying back the layers of hurt, pain and frustration

 To break through to the ecstasy that the madness of an isolated mind tells me awaits outside these walls

My fingers calloused from the effort

My brow soaking with exertion

I claw silently at the walls of my heart

Longing for redemption

But what is the cost?

If you pay more for love than the change you get back

Are you loving at a loss?

These stories in your mind

The who, the when, the what, and the where

Plucked like falling leaves from the air

Making up little tales in which you can revel

Epic adventures from the modern day Melville

Whales of tales bigger than all of the Earth

The truth in your words placed on Amber Alert

No facts are included, you don’t see the need

Your truth motel has all vacancies

If you had to swear on a bible, you’d surely burn

This little life lesson you’ve refused to learn

It will all come back to haunt you, to truth’s will you will bend

Then maybe you won’t have to finish every thought with “The End”

Fa-la-la-la-la and all that folly

Tis’ the time of the year not for You or for Me

But tis’ the time for more Us and a time for more We

For presents and food and laughter and glowing

For all of the wolves to put on their sheep’s clothing

For fake smiles and hugs and bogus well wishes

And for fights in the kitchen about who does the dishes

For parties and songs and going to church

On the one day of the year that you think it has worth

When you’re caught up in all of the celebrations and happenings

Distracted by bows and ribbons and wrapping

When all is smiles and feelings of good cheer

Fear not for Monday soon will be here!