Maria

If only in my dreams you could find me
If only memories lived and breathed,
If only you could find my dreams and in my dreams release me
Find me and release me from this waste that is my life.

Though your body cold lies there beneath the darkness deep
I yearn to see that face that lingered yet underneath auspicious skies
and felt cool fingers of the wind caress thy gentle skin
A lover’s touch upon the flesh of the one he gives his love.

To draw breath and with it forest scent and life and love anew.
The sun to kiss those fevered lips and stroke thy slender neck.
To hear again the robins song and wind-stirred chimes.
To breath the fragrance of the earth and taste the nectar dew.

O eyes that see but darkness.
Eyes that see no more.
For years and worm devour thee.
With thee consume my dream.
The memory yet haunts me
yet my memory own.

Death and years divide us,
and ne’er our flesh did meet.
Yet in this solitary place my spirit bound to thee.
O find me lover, find me friend, restore my stolen life.
Reconstruct my memory and with it restore my life.

The Kind of Kiss
It was the kind of kiss that had no expectation.
The kind of kiss that was a gift with no strings.
The kind of kiss that surrendered all of self to the other.


Pink swirls like a child’s cotton candy twirling wisps upon an ocean of blue.
The temperature warm enough to draw sweat to the skin yet cool enough to be a comfortable evening.