The Voice From Inside The Painting

I'll never forget the first time I heard her
she said " Excuse me, can you help me ?"

those six words

spoken with a sweetness I had never heard

how beautiful they were to me

at that moment

and from that

moment on

How they sank so gently into my soul that day
along with her smile and the kindness in her eyes

feelings that make me want to always be near her

and I can still hear the words now
and will always feel them in my heart forever
because some things never change
and some feelings never go away

Because she's everything
there could ever be, and a million times more...
.

And I feel her soul stirring my insides
shaking my bones, and spreading
over me like melting butter every time I think of her.

                                    

    Yes I love Her

Can you see how happy she makes me?

  That's me running my fingers through her hair

   And it all began with those six little words she said to me...

   when I first felt the wondrous alchemy of her consciousness

 glistening in the air as she spoke

 and my spirit began soaring
because I knew she was the one!

and I could feel her words nestling comfortably,
affectionately, lovingly, and  passionately

into the core of my being

as if they had been there

   for an Eternity .

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

♥ ♥

                                                                         

When We Talked About Whatever

And
only after closing our eyes

 could we finally see each other

and for the first time
 we realized

 that the empty space between us

was the place

for everything to become beautiful

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Reunited With The Sea And Night

 And

  as we stood together

   I  marveled at her

     Envious of the skin that felt her tears

     and the shadows that would always touch her

     And as she turned
     and walked away

     I suddenly remembered
      what loneliness was.
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The Pepper Fish

Untangling trawling eyes
the nets unfold
and each is sorted by name
sword and salmon


We move quickly still through each other
rewarded by the likeness of our scale
as my love tears through the milky wrapping
releasing the sweet smell of a world all its own.


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The Heart In Grey Matter

My brain is not grey
unless you drain the blood out


(but today it's a rainbow
in a full circle
like I see in your eyes
every time I look
at your smile it's
like being born again
every time I see it
it's amazing
being with you is
like walking easily up
a mountainside
and floating down
reaching through the sky
past Saturn and
playing at the beach
all at the same
time)


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Captured In Orbit Around Your Heart

and now I understand
why moons look
bigger near horizons

and how things don't always
get smaller as they move away.


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The Ecstasy And Tragedy Of Falling Birds

Beebe, Ark. 
Dec. 31, 2010

Winged passions
pump through veins
as tightening air suddenly
bursts and the sky collapses

in flight they collide
one long gutsy swirl
into waves breaking on shore
with shining eyes

the pale-throated swallows turn
into each other
pushing against smooth wet sand
over and over
again and again
without looking.


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The Orange Tree

I've been looking in
not far
from where you are
at the beginning

and all through me
what's torn off to enjoy

I'm reminded that only in the Garden
was sanity in the eyes of fingers
as I pull my hat down over the sun
to see
and feel the dirt is clean.


..

I'm Falling

softly
like a million sprinkles

emptied slowly between her fingers

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Manufacturing You

A distant sun
fires as a grey sky
filters through the glass block
windows
blowing monday through the
dry walls and into a prickly neighbor

I see you
and the blank application fades
exiting the page
I surrender
like the snow that gave up falling in the street
to clarity
with everything else
in the background
blurred


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Letting The Dog Out

it happens
for all sorts of reasons
the pictures are too big
for the screen so we
focus on parts and make
assumptions

thinking you're not good enough
inside
every other second
and outside in between seconds

thinking about acceptance
and putting up with
and how different they are
about putting off
what really isn't important
or what is and why you're
still unsure about which is
reasoning or rationalizing

finding the strength
glued into bed
picking up the pace and realizing you did it
you jumped up out of the basement window
again

realizing that feeling uncomfortable can also mean
you've accomplished something
personal
hard to do
you let the dog out.

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The Tears That Filled The Sky

is one
ripped cuts
and how dry it is
in-between stars
now on two

Skip To My Love Darling
you're not alone
circling
you move through the brains
as you are

Skip to the Love Darling
I swear
as it's not the fiddles fault
And if we were not alone
it would be twice
as hard
and not as fun as knowing
so little together


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