I'm in love with you;
with the fluidity
of yourself and the
way you translate me
just right, present me
in the best light;
keep turning the words
right out of me

poetry, my muse.

I'm falling like
rain on a drenching
thunderous day
when the sky is plugged
up with swirling grey

we play unintentional games
of hide and seek; hiding our
hearts in wide open spaces
putting them in corners of
unknown places;

you will not weave in
the string cords of this heart
nor captivate each heart beat
with your thoughts, emotions
or quick seamless replies

body lies heavy like
stone on the ground
and sees the heavens
pass before silent eyes,
feels grass inch its way
up and around body

stone lies heavy on
moving ground and feels
the cool of rain
drip over and under
the self and hears
the murmurings of beetles
bugs and worms below
and the soft shifting
of earth and bones

lie heavy on the broken
ground that slowly closes
its fingers over these
leaded bones, lie heavy,
lie below.

Anchor Him to your soul
and sew Him into the
lining of yourself;
place Him as rocks
in your pockets
to throw on the
shore of life
and fill Him
brimming in your cup
and drink deep on
hot dusty days;
Sticky note Him
about the abode
of self to remind
your forgetful
mind of His
humor, love
and thoughtfulness
of you.

you just became real to me
stepped off the eye of the world
and into my four spaces
with words Roman Times font
packaged in question marks
trailing from your mouth

I don't know you;
You, like a undercurrent
with paths unknown to me,
will disappear when you will
and leave no trace behind

and not knowing is allowable;
You, no part of me, but of Him,
have your own will to testify to;
live according to the dictates
of your heart and simply, be.

I want that slow rise
of realization as I
talk to him, the sharp
awareness I have of his
presence, the way he speaks
slants his head, answers,
unawares I am soaking him in