three blue candles

three blue candles in a row
where she knew she shouldn’t go
in a room of closed desire
smoke now circles ever higher

lying thoughtlessly has crept
promises have not been kept
but she does not care somehow
in the feeling she has now

for the burning justifies
broken vows and sequent lies
as she bobs her pliant head
three blue candles by the bed

Like A Book

Our laughter turned into a sort of rhythm,
Our rhythm turned into a sort of dance;
As motion filled with music filled with passion,
A double-bed became a vast expanse —

A journey that it took a while to finish,
Two pioneers upon a new-cut trail;
And she was like a book I couldn’t put down,
Except I had to read it all
By braille

the night divides

the night divides into an "us" and "them" --

and lost is individual and twice
the argument both pointless and ad rem

and through the {that feels good} and {oh that's nice}
is something rather 

                    vague and 


upon the shallow moorings of the dawn --

       the night divides into a "here" and


If My Eyes Had The Power

Would that it were so.

Slow Dancing Outdoors

If my eyes had the power
To reflect your beauty
You would know
And never have another doubt

If my hands could transfer
The warmth you make me feel
You would know
I would climb the face of any cliff
To be with you

If you could share for a moment
The scent of my passion for you
You would know
You are loved wholeheartedly

If my words were but better vessels
To carry to you half of what I feel
You would know
And never again doubt
That you are cherished

The Song of Summer

Summer Song

Sing again to me of Summers gone by
When careless winds blew through flowing hair
Sing to me of time spent in admiration
In laughter, and in the music of new souls

The song I still remember
But I need to hear you sing it
Do you remember the tune? The words?
Do you remember Summer’s fragile kiss?

And whenever lovers play
Where the sea meets the sky
Underneath a drenching yellow sun
The song is still remembered
Still sung

Sing again to me of Summers gone by
When love burned wildly on our shoulders
And every night was spent
Only when we were