love – Page 11 – Poétique

Roommate

Glass windows everywhere
You’re sitting at the table
I see you looking at me
Into my eyes directly
A bigger space you say
We’re moving to a different floor
Sharing a place with your dad
Where we are exactly
I’m not sure to be honest
You don’t want to move
I’m only interested in
The elevator to your heart
We have plenty of room
We can stay in the same building
That we are currently
A smile and a kiss
A couple of plants
A small change of address
Seems all too reasonable to me
A number on the door
Dark eyes dark brows
Dark hair and a stare
And for what we’re in store
I can see that you’re here
Feel the trust that it’s real
With a rise to appeal
I’d recognize you on the street
Most definitively
Though I’ve not met you
Except in my sleep

All Day

We could make love all day
Around the apartment
It’s quite simple really
Take a break for some toast
The cat is napping
He won’t be disturbed
The dog is happy
He’ll not be perturbed
We could make love all day
In the apartment
The rain is coming down
So perfectly whilst the light
Is creeping in and soft is the sound
Like your skin also glowing
Certainly brightens the
Room so subtly highlighting
Our bodies reflecting
The imaginary colors of the moon
As we watch the
Steam from our hearts rise
I can see the shadow of
Your outline fade into the dusk
As it crawls away
From the perfect day
We could make love
In the apartment if
You haven’t anything else
That’s keeping you at bay
I’ve a piano and wine
The food here’s divine
No rush waking up by the way
We could make love all day
In the apartment so hey
Let me know if
You haven’t any plans
Or just text me when
You’re headed this way

Speck

If it wasn’t for love
If it was mostly for money
Then the path to be chosen
Was the side door that opened
A cardboard box meant more
For love than another dollar
In the bank ever did
You can have so much
That you don’t exactly know
What you have
Throw away all the extra
Keep the important stuff
That’s enough if you know
How to count what that is
A walk around the block
Can really clear your head
And also unearth questions
About the meaning of life instead
Clean the slate dry it off
Pull out the washboard
Forget what was lost
Feels nice when it’s gone
Nothing to weigh the soul down
Free like a speck of dust
In the Puget Sound
Everything looks really tiny
Floating way above
Kind of like your troubles
42,0000 feet up in the sky

Nucleus

Water drips from the edge of the roof
Collecting thoughts in the perfect room
You can see the Golden Palace from here
A foolproof moment to be created
Manifesting the future in scorching hot
Breaths your body rests on top of mine
Imagining this for a lifetime is quite easy
To take you from behind and love you
Off guard more than you have been loved
Never before hold you in my arms and
Let our emotions get the better of us
A love stark love sparked nucleus
It’s every past experience that didn’t
Every opportunity that hasn’t
A rerun if all our hopes were fully hoped
Our time together is the journey
That we have been waiting to
Arrive every time we tried before
Climbing to the top of the stairs
There were signs I could’ve seen
Leaning out over the city
Palm fronds brushing against my cheek
Broken carriages and cobwebs
A cigarette on the balcony couldn’t
Heal all my wounds and predict patience
Reveal the past like Nostradamus
But the forthcoming patterns of passion
Hours and split seconds with you
Is a kind of ours that celebrates what
Could be the beginning of the perfect ending…

Calligraphy

With a propinquity to disaster
It literally destroyed me
In the moment you were gone
I was burning photos
In a fire pit in the backyard
Sulking up the street
I fumbled my bottle of whiskey
In the plastic bag
I was carrying
Unsure of what kind now
Something cheap I hope
I heard someone call out
“Oh no he broke it!”
I can still recall her voice
Pieces of glass rattling around
Though it’s over 14 years now
Such a strange step backward
From the top to the bottom
And if only for love all of it
How many rounds it is unclear
At this time two at least
If only to be loved
It was really all I wanted
Abandoned once before
But in this memory I
Couldn’t hold my head up
I fell down off my barstool
Wandering into a random spot
I gave my all to lose the lot
Domestically proven bought the home
I could cook I could clean
I could work to conquer everything
But I could not vanquish love
I saved my own life in the end
But not without the consequence
Of losing more of hurting more
Trying by mistake to love again
This is the result of survival
Still being it should be said
Books cannot be written
If the writer is not living
And so the quest for ardor
Continues on penciled in or penned

Cracks

Historic epoch
Masoretic text
Read your heart
Like a book
Study your body
Melt in your aura
Crevices and cracks
Similar to an oil painting
Notes on old papyrus
Paleolithic pursuits
Arrival of the galley
Receiving the best goods
In a heartfelt manner
Dancing the atlas
Mapping the globe
Wishing to hold you
Bones like bronze
I’ve waited centuries
Counted grains of wheat
Without rupture of
Pulmonary destruction
I gather the moss in the grove
To make a pillow to rest
In the light of our
Ancient love

Two Peas

Attenuated heart
Wounded from the exhaust
Bruised and bled sore
Healed by the garden
Two peas in a pod
Tending to the flowers
Mending the core
Pulsating new with desire
To feel better post red letter
Teaming vessels of light
Coursed through the veins
Off the pages in flight
From the soles of my feet
Climbs each vertebrae
Night rings up to skull
Lips round the bottle of life
Vilified and godlike
Innocent grasshoppers chime
Every pure drop drips
Indistinguishably right

Deeper Love

People can be predictable
Unexpectedly so
Abandoning you for partners
Don’t say you’re sorry now
I already said it for you
Connections dwindle
Or maybe no one is at home
Always asleep when I call
Anytime of day
It doesn’t really matter
What makes it count afterwards
Fostering long term relationships
Short term friendships are
What folks seem to be
Most up to keeping safe
I am a creature of habit
I dreamt of making
Lifelong friendships
Indelible memories
Creatively measuring
My worth in the mirth of
A genuine reflection
Touching hearts one by one
Even yours from the start
Holding on making efforts
In the overall spectrum
Of architectureal hearts
I did the work the work is done
I came here for love
Not only for one but for some
Deeper love for all
Each of my friendships
No sex at all somehow
Deeper than sex can go
I came here for love you know…

Solipsistic

Like walking through a bad dream
Looking for a partner or a good friend
In an underworld where only the self exists

Purloin my love
If you must pilfer my heart at all
Inalienable after all
With a history like hours
There’s no erasing

Beguilingly so

If there’s also nothing left
To give up on
I would not have kept trying to find you
In the weeds of time
With the sunlight
Woven over strands of your hair
In a window of possibilities
Or lack thereof

Behind Me

I saw my life flashing
Before me but not in
The way that I pictured
It would be
Somehow smarter
Than before and
A little louder than I
Ever recalled living it
But, it honestly didn’t matter
Once the end found its way
To the beginning of a dream
My smile was captivated
Fool poem of my love
Fool poet for my love
Obliterating me with
Your kissing matter
Your selfish warmth
Laid me down before the sun
On a blanket of
I don’t know what until
I suddenly remembered
I had to go to work
Not for you or for me
But for the sake of
Our unknown future
And so I quickly gathered
Myself and finished
Brewing the coffee
Closing the morning door
Behind me