I could write your pages onto sheets of my unkempt bed
Slowly cycling the in-seam with the hem,
And rolling each corner up like a cigarette to smoke slowly
Because love here is so thick it’s impassable;
Between eyes of surrender and a heart of
I’m never letting go.
So I blot my pen into deep white sensories
Circumnavigating each prior night’s creases – expertly –
Until my final stroke has been felt and embraced
As if it were written upon thy own lined back.
Tag: bed
Storm is on the Ni’ (day 1696)
Weathered by the storm one night
I lay awake in bed,
Trusty steed loose outside
To fare for his warmth, amidst.
I’ve got a heart of gold and
I left my shoes tidy by the door.
Stayed up all night watching
Stars shoot through the sky,
And you told me twice that I
Had led you down the right road.
Now you come home and
Lay awake in bed,
Lay beside me when
Storm is on the ni’.
This Old House (day 1652)
A terrible wind
Is blowing through
The house again tonight.
I’m lucky to
Have got on my
Moccasins for extra warmth.
And if I am
Of my right mind
I’ll surely bring out my socks
To keep my toes
And this empty bed
Warm throughout tonight.
Thrill (day 1525)
Opening door
Holy roller
Betting on good times
Hand full of roses.
Opening heart
Small bag of essences
Dripping in gold
Hot bed of desire.
Opening trail
Gorging thrill.
Random my choice,
Hammering noise.
Sun (day 1480)
To be the sun.
To scream bloody murder
And mean it in a good way,
To wake up and go to bed so consistently
Time pieces become obsolete
And there are no excuses anymore.
Oh, there are bad days
When fog rolls in,
Or random, insignificant civilizations
Decide to proclaim war
Upon their own protective shells –
An eco-systemic, all chemicals in
Kind of war that pins natural resources
And technology
Against simple biology and physics.
There are bad days when children of the sun
Who suckle auras of its very beams
Become stifled and trampled
Beneath plastic rubbish and footware
In an unmercifully ignorant act.
But then again, there are the good times
Which ignite passion,
A brilliance so glorious
Rapid transformations become
Supernatural and unprecedented.
Good times that feed millions of
Conscious and unconscious
Biological matter the very substance
They require to exist.
When these delicate rays are so respected
And in balance that they provide
Sweet little Gaia an answer.
Oh, to be the sun.
Vacant and Absent (day 1047)
Where you bled upon my bed,
I cut out and left to air.
Which I did not care!
No, I did not care.
Into the furthest mirror I did look
To find no other but reflection,
Which mattered to me because
I built the house upon flattery.
I’m perfection left uncovered,
Laid down without much affection.
Broken by a snake
And the absense of power.
Back For More (day 871)
Cause I left it draped
Over the side of the bed
Where smells and wrinkles flutter
Through the edges of my mind
A certain order to chaos exists
Making me cry, I’m so alive
And I will lift my toes lightly when I walk
To make you love me
Even if you don’t know the name of my song
Even if I’ve left you one hundred times before
I’ve fallen down baby
And I’ve come back for more
Looked Like a Lover (day 779)
She looked like a lover I used to have
Who wouldn’t let me hold her tight
Though she’d lay naked on my bed
She looked like a lover I used to know
Who would sing a song to my keen heart
Then tell me not to listen to a word
She looked like a lover I used to love
Eyes so wide, figure so heavenly
But she told me not to smile again
She looked like a lover I used to believe
Words weaving dreams and harmony
Till she blew out her last plume of smoke
She looked like a lover I used to praise
Elegant and beauty deep and divine
Then she spoiled my words with one final goodbye
Sounds From My Heart (day 752)
I fear you will grow old
Without sounds of my chest on your ear
I long for touch from your fingers
Pulling me back
I see your figure sway to the music
Fixing snacks to eat together, touching knees
I hear your voice as it carries
Around the house with Leonard Cohen
I fear you will grow old
Without sounds from my heart in your ear
Slowly Melting Away (day 684)
On my better days
I get up before light
Put on my trusty runners
And head out to the path
Where my dog and I
Dodge frozen twigs and poop
Nimbly dancing along
Snow covered trails
Slowly melting away
Causing the walk to be
More like a slide
Through slush
On my better days
I get out of bed
Ignoring the softness
Deep within the sheets
I ignore the pillows
That drown me in comfort
And the warm pocket
I’ve been heating all night
Testing first with my hands
Then my timid feet
Touch the ground
On my better days
This is truth
Though, today was harder