Friday, August 20, 2010

ripe nj peach

you are heavier than i thought you would be
the weight of your flesh sinks into my palm
a stark contrast to the fleecy satin
you wear like a wanton nymph

i pierce your skin and take you
creating a circle
through which i espy your insides
their color screams surprised
hot pink surrounding your core
bleeding out into a shade of yellow so charged

i place you down in front of me
just to savor the way you look right now
infinite shades of flesh tones
yellow pink purple red
muted by your velvety sheen

and all that's left of you at the end
reveals the rugged surface of your heart
a few threads of your flesh
clinging there to remind me of your splendor
the sly smile of summer

Sunday, August 15, 2010

love, love, love

6 years of aching down to my soul

scratching through all the stories I’ve told

choices that I never made

time I couldn’t have laid to waste


what is now but the sum of then

brings me later the same again

circles etched in stony fear

held fast my heart all too near


awakenings in fits and starts

fruition but too long apart

how is it that perspective holds

just long enough to suffer cold


tears couldn’t break the glass

what brought me shattered shards at last

was love, love the kind you don’t see

love, love spirit give it to me


my hands won’t break it this time, I swear

I’m only holding on to how I care

Take it all and spray it on

Everything that’s come and gone

Love, love, love

Saturday, August 14, 2010

There are 360 infinite degrees

For possibilities of a vantage point

A myriad of colors to lend their perspective

As you perceive this life given


A Mind lends it’s own hues

Shades things a bit more grey

Perhaps some slate

Consternation fogs the glass


A Heart closed affords patterns

Refraction, reflection and distortion

Making for a confusing view

Inconsistency and no telling really


A Heart opening allows moments of girth

Views seen through a wider lens

Colored lightly with yellows and greens

Bleeding gently to mollify the convolution


Would that I could see with a heart open

Imagine the lookout there

Warm browns, deep greens and glittering silvers

Pain but a game, pleasure but a gift.