Dance

I want to listen to music I’ve never heard before

I want to see you

Naked and glowing

In all your glory

You- a woman

I- a man

We will dance into eternity

On beams of light that shine

Just because we touch

I want to be lost inside you

No way out

No escape

Everywhere I turn

Is you

You

The only air I need to breathe

You

Butterflies

Love?

What did I know of love?

As a young man-

Or rather, an old boy-

A teen, then twenty-something

Scarcely versed in love

Trying in conceit

To show wisdom

Without experience

Like capturing a butterfly in a jar

And pretending I knew

Everything about butterflies.

 

***Ever go back and read things you wrote when you were young and foolish and suddenly  realize just how young and just how foolish you were?  I sure have!  😉

Saturday Night

Saturday night

And I know where all the lovers are

They are here

Blogging

Nimble fingers tapping out lines

Some of love lost

Some of love found

Some weep for the past

Some hope for the future

But either way

They are here

For it seems to me

There are always more poems of love

On Saturday night

Than on any other night of the week.

 

**Just an observation that turned into a poem 🙂

The Hardest Thing to See

The hardest thing in the world to see

Is the difference

Between the person who says “I love you”

Because they want you to make them happy

And the one who says “I love you”

Because they want to make you happy.

 

But the difference,

Though so difficult to see

That it seems invisible,

Is immense.

For it is the dividing line

Separating

Selfishness from selflessness,

Neediness from giving,

Control from freedom,

Lust from love.

 

 

**This was something I was thinking about last night.  The truth of it is probably up for debate.  Some may see it differently than I do…  But I will be the first to admit that I have been guilty of saying it for the selfish reason in the past.***

Angel in a Dream

I think I see you

I know I feel you

My body screams

“Is this a dream?”

An angel floats above me

To give me a new soul

To fill the empty blackness

Where something had been stole

My heart is cleansed

After years of pain

In a dream that’s real

I come to life again

I see now I never

Should have doubted fate

Though I missed the message

I didn’t learn too late

Now an angel shines on me

Fate always knows best

Leave all the other gods

To the ever searching rest

 

-November 1996

Serpentine

They slither thither on the floor

Flowing slowly towards the door

Excitement rages all around

Glowing embers on the ground

And nothing can shine so far

That can burn like your heart

 

Your mistress’ eyes shine like a spark

Stealing, chasing in the dark

And when the sun falls down on her

You feel her soft red kisses blur

 

Serpentine

 

I see you sliding through the room

Faintly melding with the gloom

I can feel you smile at me

Piercing my heart with a beam

And nothing could dispel the myths

That are hidden in your kiss

 

Your mistress’ eyes shine like a spark

Stealing, chasing in the dark

And when the sun goes down on her

You feel her soft red kisses blur

 

Serpentine

 

– 1991 (first half) & June 1996

Sound of Speed

Beats pulsing through my bones

I see you standing all alone

Light and darkness become one

All the colors start to run

Art in motion, swaying slow

Moves me where I want to go

 

And beauty comes and beauty goes

Cinders burning in passion’s throes

Reach out and touch the heat within

Find holy bliss in all your sin

 

All stand like stone or move so fast

For the meek will nothing ever last

The fire burns for those who dare

To hold the sun and embrace its flare

Those headstone ones standing like the grave

No one will reach out to save

 

The light of night and the sound of speed

Illuminate what our hearts need

So take the wheel and steer it true

To close the space between me and you

 

-July 2006

I’m Free

The cold, black clouds

I thought would never leave

Have finally gone

And set me free

 

No longer does my heart

Wallow in pain

No more tragic darkness

Where it so long had lain

 

Time held me prisoner

In a cell of tragedy

‘Til one day there was you

And you set me free

 

Now it is winter

But despite all the snows

Thanks to my love

My heart’s no longer froze

 

You are the angel

That’s set my heart free

And though it sounds simple,

I love you, Aimee

 

-November 1996

Snakes

The snakes have hit me again

Turning me around

To look in a new direction

That is an old direction

I’ve seen everything there is to see there

But chance throws me once again

Into a situation

A conversation

A passing mention

 

Love is strange

Pastel on one side

Black on the other

But when memory dances

Like distant lightning across my mind

I see only the bright colors

The blackness is miniscule

The blackness belongs to the real world

When I open my eyes

And look disdainfully at the drudgery of tomorrow

That is black

My memories are bright

And if one comes back

I will take it

And prepare for the harvest

That has been so long in coming

 

-June 1996

Paper Doll

**Since I’ve received a lot of positive feedback on one of my old poems from the 1990’s (https://decumminspoetry.wordpress.com/2012/02/18/speak-softly/ ), I’ve decided to throw a few more of my old pieces out there.  Hope you all enjoy them.**

She’s a paper doll

The kind you’d like to pin up on the wall

So it seems

That questions always follow from my dreams

And where, why, who has left this paperdoll upon my door?

I see her, but my eyesight’s very poor

And I want more

 

She’s a paper doll

Thing’s just aren’t as obvious after all

Clinging to

All my old thoughts, while this is nothing new

Just as I reached through the hanging mist and touched the day

The day was cold and sterile anyway

And yet I stay

 

New feelings call from another room

And I must answer their cry soon

Or leave the paper doll

Upon the table

Ink blue eyes

On the paper doll

Pencil tears

Drawn from my eyes

Over the paper doll

 

-March 1992