I was waiting there, by Heavens Door
Knowing who I was waiting for
But not knowing where to wait
Casually making small talk
With a sleep deprived hobo
Who wondered about text books
And grown up newscasters.
I asked him the directions,
To which he told me about lingerie.
I wondered if he saw the glint in my eyes
From magical memories he had conjured
Deep within my minds eye.
He tried to sell me his pre-blossomed plants
I told him I’d get him on my way back
Tag: glint
Cobblestones and Peeking Moss (day 739)
A moment ago I thought you cared
As we walked on hand in hand
Through sleeping streets
That smiled at us
With empty garbage cans
And full mail boxes
I thought I saw a light in your eyes
A glint of truth that shone on me
I felt a squeeze betwixt your fingers
As we walked down a narrow lane
Cobblestones and peeking moss
We saw a dog in sleeping slumber
Stew about some newspaper litter
We saw a morning coffee drinker
Shivering against the air
We walked past parked sedans
Awaiting their daily deliveries
The painters van, carpenters truck
Covered with working days
Our favorite diner
Was still closed for repairs
But the café with our favorite soups
Was sweeping sleep out of its eyes
Brewing some morning fresh
Then you told me I love not
Last weekend would be our last
A new loft was yours alone
We shan’t be sharing the rent
I don’t remember walking the stairs
To the house we loved together
But words are words
And they’ve been spent
Now there is no more together
Pure (day 585)
Out of the blue
Sin rushes on in
Dressed for the ladies
Pushing for the men
Glint in her eyes
Rebel on her mind
Shaking to the beat
Wide circle weaving in
Pushing past the bends
Because she’s perfect
This rebel’s pure perfection
Perhaps (day 556)
Perhaps it was the glint in her eyes
Perhaps it was how she asked for a kiss
Perhaps it was when she inhaled deeply
Perhaps it was how she held my hand
Drawing me closer
Perhaps it was her confidence that consumed me
Perhaps it was how she owned the room
Perhaps it was her swagger
Perhaps it was the way her dress glimmered
Exciting my senses
Perhaps it was when she encouraged me
Perhaps it was her freely spoken honesty
Perhaps it was the back seat
Perhaps it was my emergency brake
Straddling the line