this night

you can’t hold it
you can’t touch
the taste
the fear
or fire
it weaves between decision
and desire
forgiveness
and derision
stumbling.
blindness
or insecurity
faith
or reciprocity
we are alive
and it’s not time
to step aside
to fly
or die
just yet

so sit
silent
savoring
this night.

pains of forgetting

there are pains of forgetting
reasons without want
fears without regret
in arms
where sleep stays
sex has slaved away
and
time turns into me
aging and dreaming
and playing
with stars in my hair
dry mouth
craving water
if only…
lust were regrettable
if only…
faces, limbs and
emotion
were as easily forgotten

erase or recreate?

I want to tell:
what taste
will touch
and what sound
will cave in
train the heart again…

if I give in
if I sand skin
will this truth
repeat
will this feeling
that I crave
erase or
recreate?

forgiveness not yet written.

there are pieces of myself
[skin wrapped tightly]
wedged between truth
and sincerity.
somewhere below me
you are sinking worth
with weight
and despair.
a cool calm child
calling me.
in answer I leave my heart.
a response still waiting
forgiveness not yet written.

rephrase.

there is a space
between hearts
long distance
wafting air
colored dreams.
there is no more silence
I can taste.
there is no more calm
to keep the pace.
I retrace love
drawing you down
into me.
forgiveness
never erased.
and claiming my love
instead of fate
I release and relax
and rephrase
myself tonight.

for all to see.

there are small ladders of lust
peaking at my dreams
shaking their heads
in respect and fear
that what world has come
will not pass again
that what faith has held
will cease to feed
and leave me
lonely
for all to see.

no more.

I am painting my soul on
I step towards the middle,
one in the heart.
there are no balances
left unchecked
no remaining
sadness
no lingering pain.

if truth could be captured
in song
you would hear
a soft
beating heart
a breath reminding you…
of love that
conquered
of emotion
that wept
with all the strength
of rain in winter
of snow on sand
of water we wade
waiting no more
escaping no more.