Moon Milk

Tip-toe into the milk of a squeezed moon,
newborn feeling mooring leather into 
the purpled sandcastles
of two hearts aging into one.


The evening ocean arches in the scent
of a midsummer's dress,
constellations of polyestered flowers
flirting in curtained grace and printed reverence.


The vernal sun awakens an epidemic
of muffled hand-holding among the city
youth desperate in their nonchalance, 
harking that the harsh cold of frost forbids all love,


a falsehood so inexplicably fiddled, 
as these hands found yours


most in the shiver of snowfall.


-KPG


With a cloudburst of fevered lightening
my hands float rapturous amidst your hymn
cascading lapis beads of dew
Cling to blades of grass we stir in haste


Dose me with your winter embers
the hum of ruins resurrects the reckless. 
I place a single lilly in  glass of milk
and galavant above the rivets of infant stars.


I see you crystal clear in the blur of snapshots  
growing as leaves on mahogany.
An unexpected wanting for your summer dress
ignite and relishes in an unadulterated night.


Walk with me horizon to galaxy
destiny and sawdust creates the world
walk with me
towards something underlying
walk with me through the wildflower moors. 


-ASB

Roses Mean Remember

I go swinging over the harbor and dangle

from a drunken grin,

place a combination over me

and secure what remains within.

I take no prisoners

I believe no lies,

and I am building from the pyre.

Ivory and silken silver feathers

like whiskey kisses

take me over higher 

and higher.

I go night tripping

to kill the edge of empty time.

Sometimes it's bliss and

sometimes it's lonely.

Come the morning everything’s fine.

Break the skyline with vigilance

and fear not the solitude

because there's plenty time for dreaming

though sleep is but an interlude.

Shoelaces tangled in my fingers;

I touch the tread and exhale

a breath of ghosts gone to December. 

Summer's smile tonight is pale

and roses mean remember.

I know, you tried....

What I miss the most is knowing...

Free Fall

Talons drawn I wait

taken over by a seducing sleep

and her heather grey eyes.

Another lifetime gone but glowing

in the smoldering remains,

and there are unnoticed ashes

drifting into your vodka tonight.  

I never saw you as an angel,

and the heavens know I wanted to.

We see what we desire,

shut our eyes tight

and more than willingly free fall

into the clutches of lost causes.

Escalating shadows friendly gesture,

arranging tokens and offerings

deep inside that ethereal music

echoing from this poets ink and scars.

Night is the most loyal lover

despite her demanding nature.

Night by trade is quick to forgive

no matter the misdeeds of my capers.

Cope

This is a Sunday evening letter

proses pulling at me from canyons and rooftops.

I could use a glass of wine,

as belladonna and lilies

spill across my floor.

All I can do is doing fine.

I've paced our footsteps restless,

the things we've spoken without a sound.

You make me fly into the ocean

And swim within the foggy air,

lift me through the wreckage

and brush off the despair.

The blade's gone deeper

than I've ever push before.

Muted angels look down in scorn

at the sinner ways I cope,

my tragic flaws make me stronger

and there is always hope.

Slumber Visiting

I was just visiting you in your slumbers
lone wolf hiding in the dark,
protect, love and preserve
the silken strings of your beating heart.
I dared not then disturb you
so we watch falling stars side by side
in the stills of perfection.
There's a hallelujah exchanged
while you exhale
and I dissolve to vapor.
I was there.
I hovered over your cream coffee clouds
like dove feathers lost to the wind,
and if I could be there in the morning
I would crawl on knees, my friend.