Sheer Curtains

(Random Old Poem of the Day)
10-30-02

The gravity of this evening
Has poured down upon me like a stiff drink
And I weep from the misery of foolish mistakes.

Like a child,
I cannot resist your persuasion.
And like a woman,
Lost in shadows,
The twinkle in your eyes is enough
To forgive and forget,
Regardless of blame.

The curtain sheer...
The color pink.
The abandonment of love for the lust of life.

But I cannot rely on your eyes
For the protection I deserve,
If there is nothing more than what you imply.

I cannot die,
For the pressure
Of your heart against mine.

Love

(Random Old Poem of the Day)
12-1-02

Paper wings and pink tights
Floating like a feather
In a tutu made of buffalo hide
Dancing in the circles
Of a mirror ball
Dirt floors and aluminum roofs
My mind swung from
Your sideburns
To your dirty fingernails
Your Def Leopard posters
Hanging in my windows
Fuzzy dice floating on your rear-view
Our own enchanted Breakfast Club
We watched old movies
And ate candy corn
Baby parachute pants
Dangling in your closet
Our unborn children will hop
Dream of river running
Melt in fog and bitter smells
I'll love you
Until Caucasian-Americans
Are considered a minority
Until scalping a bald man
Is common place.

The Forest

The Whippoorwill calls
Breaking through the veil of night
With a feeling of desperation.

The damp earth sinks beneath my feet
A blur of deep jade caresses my face
As I soar through the depths of darkness.

My aching heart yearns to hide,
But the pulling brings me ever forward
Exposing me to the branches that cage me.

I am lost here, having left myself behind
My moral compass swinging wildly this way and that
Intertwining honor with deceit.

With the ethereal song still settling
I slow to a walk
Willing myself to stop.

The memories of abduction and abuse
Convoluted with shameful longing
Bite back at me with malice.

Her rough footfalls saunter near,
Fantastic hate folding into me,
Evasion now only a distant recollection.

Elleanore

The fading cinnamon of her skin,
Glowing faintly in the morning sky and
Piercing through the gloomy dawn,
Guides me to peace.

The subtle, white hot gleam
That shimmers from her fleeting embrace,
Surrounds me in lost abandon.

The gentle simmer of love's release
Pulls me higher with wings mended,
But pale from lack of light.

Elleanore awakens
Blinding with her reach.

Forever Yours

Twirling fingers laced into your shoes
Fold around me like licorice
Whipping me like heavy cream
Around and round we go.

Forgive me my impatience
For I shall be forever yours
But its burden feels like concrete
Heavy on my soul.

The wind swirls like fingertips
Against my skin and through my toes
And freedom rears its ugly head
My mistaken muse unfolds.

Cut the baby straight in half
My arms cannot spread wider
Each direction wrong
Nowhere to fall.

Twirling fingers laced in gold
Fold around me like chains
Whipping me like battered horses
Around and round they go.