Your Room

Floating in a pool
Of whiskey magic
I see you
You see....
...What?
Me?
Do you see me
When you close
Your eyes?
I see you...
...Sometimes
Stephen King and a
Dark
Warm
Room

An Evening at Taco Bell

Spring Wind
A sad

Solemn face
Beauty blinking
A walk in the park
Whirling blindly
On the lawn
I miss your face
Fingers
Intertwined with mine
A fast food I love you

I love you
Love you
You

Love

I Love My Girls

One of them loves me now
One just loves my ghost
One just has a memory
That she loves the most

One, she loved me too much
One not quite enough
I flat just ran out on One
When things got too rough

One of them, she loved a friend
Before she ever did love me
And One, she was my first love
the truest there can be

One of them never loved me
And One I never kissed
One of them that's all we did
But it was a chance I didn't miss

One of them I drove away
One of them drove me
One of them watched me drive
Then left me for the sea

Sometimes I cheated, sometimes I lied
But I gave my love for free
So it is that most of them
Are still in love with dusty, broken me.

Box of Rain

Box of Rain and thunder rolling
warm and safe

in a cozy bed built for two

as the raindrops come down
one hits you on the forehead

dead center

it's all so deliciously funny
we giggle out loud

put our heads under the covers

and think damp thoughts
about damp things

in the dark

while hands roam and grab
and more giggles
then sighs

then something else entirely

and the water on your forehead
isn't rain anymore

but a glisten

because you would never sweat
not you
not even in

the heat of the moment

and that's ok by me, Babydoll
I don't mind a bit
I'll do all the sweating

if that's what makes you happy.

a whisper in the dark

We stand in shadow
And in secret
Watch the world go on around us
Huddled together
Seeking shelter in a moment in time

Far off names
And far off faces
Recall themselves
In nearby places
And a whisper in the dark is all I get
When you say good night

Not for this heart
Not for thine
In a moment of pressure
May we choose the course of our own lives

We dream it
We cannot be it
Denied our happiness
Even as we rejoice
In each other