with cracked hands
all over my
years–
i shiver just
enough
to remind me i’ve
been touched.
coloursofthesoul
a trepid touch ignites ashes
on washed
skin,
like a stream
of dreams
untainted and flowing
towards no clear
ending-
to find pleasure in
the gentlest
of ripples.
under
the awning,
it appeared
you were yearning
in ways could be barely
contained,
and it took but
a moment
to see moisture
falling
was not only
rain.
we stalled and cranked
the windows
down
to lure fireflies
into our
car,
then found their sight
a bit too
bright
along with the shine
of a sky full
of stars.
your eyes like
stars
glow
near then far–
vanishing into
the night,
i caught them
once..
then let them
go,
for fear of dimming
their light.
beneath a crusted
moon
we bayed at
noon–
wishing sunshine
back,
under a starless
smile
we watched
beguiled
as all went
black.
where may i
find fun?
how will i know when
i’m young
again?
will i go to
bed hungry?
won’t you draw
my bath?
i hear the footsteps
and know a
hug is
near
and there’s nothing
real to fear.
first bite of sandwich-
I’m full,
next sip of cola-
the glass
spills,
not at my best
these days-
parked in a rest stop
counting
greys.
i’ll pick the lessons
from your
truths
then follow each
down to its
root,
these long talks help
me through-
i’d miss love
songs
if you went
mute.
oh, birdie circling
my head
do you not
tire..
or
grow dizzy?
i shut my
eyes
and still hear the wind
in your wings-
if only you’d
start to
sing..
i’d hum along
to any
song.
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