Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Crazy For you

I dreamt of you last night
Your hands like warm honey
leaving trails of sweet along my chin
you smelled of dreams
frothy like Guinness stout
I reached for your memory but
it eluded
Your voice melting into
the framework of the unknown
I listen attentively
as if certain it will be long
before I hear you again
Your spirit lingers here friend
Making me lose my footing
Commanding my feet
they disobey
tracing honey trails

Monday, February 2, 2009

Picking the morning from my eyes
I arrest her breaths as she sleeps silently
attempting to tickle each soft exhale
from her pursed lips
she is beauty
still
directed and fearless
I watch as the lids of her
eyes flinch
imagining each moment
she dreams
squeezing my eyes
tight
I attempt transformation
I am earth
she grows valiantly
beneath the soil
raising up like tall oak trees
outsmarting time