"Morning After With You"

Pink, baby blues are the colors I choose
and soft yellow hues of tomorrow.
Hyacinth-be the flower I loose
lavender soft, and shades of your sorrow.

Your mouth was at dawn, while we're still awake.
Only I think of light here from the window.
Soft yellow hues of tomorrow, will take:
leaving your head laying there on the pillow.


"I'd Take Time Forever"

I'd take time forever,
to dance away the pain.
You should take time for granted,
and forget my name.

Cause names are endless, worthless
with nothing attached to them.
And dancing's only privy
to one removing pain.


"Magi"

Sweet Magi, lay your heart on mine.
Sweet Magi say you are the kind,
That loves and sleeps so tenderly,
Whose naked body has creamy thighs,
And loves me with enormous sigh.

Sweet Magi, I know that you're the girl,
With crisp eyes, and hair like gold.
That speaks, and speaks so quietly.
I couldn't hear you, sweet Maggie,
When you left me.


"Countenance Was More"

Your lips are pursed in question,
Your lips curl, fields of empty pain.
She says, in the cold room wry with dust,
in the winter, "Die with us."

Riffles on the cobblestone,
And drifts and smells, and lover's tone.
All loosely coming from his lips,
Like tears, on the fingertips.

Rain is pouring down on the street.
"It isn't worse than what you'll get.
When I forgive, it is OK,
To lie, and to go ahead."

Find the needle in the haystack.
I have tried before.
When ground was wet under leaves,
And countenance was more.


"Kevin"

1.
There asides my bed
Flowers, that are still purple, yield
to death.
But as if undying, quite
Wield their color to a breath.
Then, I breath there with you.

Show your colors to me, under these blankets I've prepared.
They'd keep you safe, surely us in love.
If only hues shown through,
the curtains of these eyes.
Calmly nearing holds.
Dew's, light's end
final in your hands.

2.
My beautiful, in gauzy tendrils of my tears.
My masculine, with a brow enclosing his fears.
His hands could encompass years.
The sketch of his lain face-near, feels
Was he upon my lap,
My sweet, my Strength, my Lad.

3.
In your brow, I see tragically, a strength.
To have your arm, just
lain across my body in the dawn.
Also tragic-the light, nearing holds.
I felt it coming through the windows.
In your smiling eyes above me, I see a man.
To have you hand, in mine
To look at it, to touch it,
To see it move in it's own ways.


"Blond Poems"

1.
The gesture of the tamed touch of my face,
talking in front of yours
so close from, so far to
what it is.
The ways you sleeves came to your hands today.
You must know.
There's a truth in me,
to be told.
You seek, and if you ask of it,
Still, telling you, being bold.
I horribly see you as beautiful
fallen-locks all full of gold.

2.
Tomorrow you may wake me
and tell me how it was
Last night you wooed me carefully
with you beautiful, and blue eyes.

Today, and you might say to me,
"Sit corners in my couch
I will talk you carefully
Wonderful touches of my mouth."

Yesterday, you've seen me
brightening you face.
Everyday I see you light flow' hair
and your hands there with you sleeves.


"Wonder is the Divinest Thing"

Wonder is the divinest thing
That keeps the thing Alive
One Guessing, is the best possibility
That keeps waning the mind.

Settle, settle limbs of fright
And cells of twitching triumph.
Analyze o'er and o'er the thing you wonder.

Silence the impatient bar
That deprives the sleep.
And rest ye in thy knowledge
Of the things he let you keep.