Melt

So be still your blighted blades
curl up beside me tonight
and we'll indulge in a wine
of reckless abandon,
To let a benevolent silence fall 
Upon voices rising
From empty places 
where is best not to linger.
And my love,
you make me miss whiskey, girl.
A fiery blaze of melting surrender;
Sweet,
only not sweet at all
but taste is not what sustains
my wanting.
So thank god for Chianti 
As I ignore the treacherous logic-
The practice of abstaining
Still implies eventual indulgence.

Keeping my eyes open
         my eyes open

40 Winks

Keeping my eyes open
I try to fight back sleep
I kiss away the promises
Of heartache I still keep
Writing my confusion
To a girl now out of reach
Its pitch black in my house of cards
Your compassion I beseech
I'm sitting by the river
You're dancing with the rain
You send me running through the streetlight
Screaming out your name
I'm forty winks away from dreaming
Thirty nine belong to you
I'm tangled in your rhythmic breathing
Forgetting everything I thought I knew
Thunderstorms take the sky
And rain pours on the roof
The rapture of your arms around me
Speaks only words of truth
There's not enough words
in my heart for your grace
A haunting scent of roses lingers
Like a glow on your sweet face
I trace your outline with my fingers
When you're not around me
You're still on the air I breath
As my doubts of you surrounds me
You hold me high you hold me low
You hold me in my sleep
Silver bullets can't touch this
But you've got me on my knees
I could take you in my arms forever
And find eternity in your soul
You sing to me like doves of devotion
As the thunder starts to roll
Pierce the night with silver arrows
And fly on Cupid's wings
Others relish and dive
clear blue skies
But I know why the caged bird sings

Madstar Ink 2002

Paris

Come away with me
And we'll set Paris on fire.
Let's run run run the twilight calling
Catch me before the careless falling
You and I
down on the sly
A new chapter born as we conspire.

Come away with me
Before it's too late
We'll ride young horses out of here
Spell your name in hoofbeats
As your words sink into me
The key drops down
and makes the sound
Echoing between here and history.
I've danced forever in your song
Because I know it's driving me
My love, for all these years my love
Writing poems inside of me.

Dodger

We are perfect lovers. 

My last kiss of peaceful sleep 

was after licking the whiskey off your lips 

as your heart pulsated 

like the true instrument of wanting. 

The morning after 

was sweet as ever.

This time not in your company. 

Not feeling your weight shift the bed. 

Not hearing the twilight dissolve 

from beyond your door. 

But highway sailing- 

Singing to our lady interstate

windows down and celebrating 

that your afterglow is as 

sweet as your inferno

In the hours before sunrise.

You and I are one in the same.

As misfits of loves inventions 

and trappings, 

we are bound in our absence 

of assumed roles 

and poorly bartered words. 

There are no promises here. 

Only the logical certainty

that we will find each other again

and again

for centuries to come

and never really leave.

We are perfect lovers.

Voices Carry

Spin low 
and sweep the tides,
Press me into that uncertainty.
As I swan dive your prose
My head thrown back
And search,
the possibilities of ink.
Because deliberately abstaining
makes me think too much,
Voices carry 
What the heart won't touch.
There's a now silent language 
I know of only spaces,
and affections unsaid 
are our memories.
Shake the bones inside me
Shake me hard and fast
Don't be gentle, 
don't move slow
make me scream
all your names
before you let me go.
And leave if you must in the afterglow
I ask nothing 
Because I stare too long
I think too much
Oh, my voices carry
What my heart can't touch.

Sweetness

Just between the sheets and silences
you tend to old wounds,
as you tend to lover.
You’re beautiful in your garden
beautiful always and forever
like magic that’s more smoke
than mirror,
and sex more passion
than love.
And I want to sink like bottles tipping
lower, my love
press down harder
You’ve spiked my brain,
pinot noir 
and compromised my breathing.
I need to race with your horses
as the ground rumbles
beneath your sheets
devour the pain of permission
and come silent, 
sweet girl.