on flower
lane
trees listened
in-
to whispers
of sweethearts
midst footsteps
of past,
and though rainclouds
would gather
they’d never
last.
spiritual evolution
it’s everyday
rain-
i see reflected in
each pace
by
the
window,
in each turn
to say..
“hey.”
a rust moon taints
the stars..
shooting across
our eyes,
flakes cascade
from sky,
settling upon
tongues-
too acrid for
some.
i feel you
closer,
when we sing
together,
yet,
too often
we hum the same
lonely tune
in different
rooms.
more than the
shy girl
shown to the
world,
just thoughtful when
she chooses to
speak,
reflective-
confidently
meek.
the shape of true
beauty in
skin–
the rest of you stays
hidden,
and though i breathe
love through
each cell,
not sure you
hear
me
purr
like kittens.
eased you down
in satin,
drape me in ruby
ribbons,
sunk into plushest
cushions
and never broke
our kiss.
by rippling
river,
i spotted
her,
waiting for
sailor,
eyes skimming
tides–
braced for his
return,
longing for his
ship
to
part the
sky.
each key on
her piano
holds mystery
waiting to be played
and i’m pleased
to sit and
listen,
in surrender to
the game.
i lit a match to
see you
better
under
moonlight,
you turned
away
as if the flash
was too
bright–
as though i
blinded
night.
hands in the garden 
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