Only heard in my mind

Only heard in my mind. . . 

Inside, it was a noisy puff of trains, the steady row of planes

taking off for places without names. . . 

cargo holds full of ideas, but seats empty, soulless

From here, I write you my adoration, my uncommon love, 

I will not "heart skips a beat" you. . .

that irregularity requires paddles and electrocution,

I hold you in my heart, broader and gentler than arrhythmia

Scooped up my moments with you, like krill to a great whale

hungry from my journey to you

I cannot "give you the moon and the stars". . .

such amassing of extrasolar bodies would collapse our little world,

though from the tiny horizon of my self, I seek by any means

every starbursted chrysanthemum, delicate crescent of moon cake

putting little wonders in your palm. . . on your lips

Optimist though I am at your side, I cannot "love conquers all". . . 

for there is so very much all in this world. . and I am small

together we are far greater, but we are not the equal to the all

though we can sustain each other with adoration and care,

and face it all together with greater grace

Gilded Leaves

Our love began as a shiny round acorn

Cautiously planted with fun and adventures

The tiny shoot of our story unfolding, edging to the sky

As we explored the secrets of Boston in the autumn chill

The first tiny leaves unfurled, as we kissed. . .

Love's tiny green, razor edged flags,

waving giddily in the warm cotton-candy wind.

What a strange tree, you might say

This love tumbles quickly into the sky,

Deep roots, tapping the song in our every step,

drinking happily of ocean and earth

Our New Orleans oak, boughs and fans across grass and into cloud,

Love's barkish trunk, of rainbow memory and wonders merry

Worry not my love, that branches spread both thin and broad

For with this love, we have the strength to hold the sky

As tiny birds make songs to gild our leaves.

Orchestra of Unspoken Terms

Every night when we lay down on our bed

It's solid mahogany spine bearing us up,

like two sleepy birds atop a rhino's back

Our bodies anchor in the deep blue of night

But our spirits flow away beneath the spinning stars

We might dance for a little while on the ripples of night

Cut a treble cleff across the evening sky

But our journeys part, with the clouds

Into the arms of dream, sweet or heavy

You are given great sweeping wings,

Other worlds, familiar faces and crooked walls,

Set in the origami of days before, 

An orchestra of unspoken terms.

And then morning light pulls you back,

A snap of body and soul, like a kettle boiled

And it is here where I greet you my love,

A kiss upon your head, nose to nose,

Questions

Did you sleep well? 

Did you see any dreams?
May I kiss your eyes and the tip of your nose?

Can I curl up to you like chocolate melting onto a tongue?

Could I carry your bag?

Should I take you away?

Shall we climb or swim today?

Are the clouds tickling your nose as they're tickling mine?

Where shall we fall on our backs and make snow angels?

Let's try this crazy restaurant in a tree

on an elephant's back

balanced by a string

tied to a light bulb :D

the possibilities belong to us,

just as we belong to each other